just my fantasy sanctuary

You settle back in your seat, and begin to look at the rocks in the water. Analyzing them, and making mental notes. You regret not having brought your pencil (which was made of wood and charcoal). You can hear several Na'vi approaching. Most of them were women with their children, sitting on the edge to clean some fruits with the fresh water and some fish. You liked being in this place, you liked the sea and everything to do with it. You see a few women greet you, and you return the gesture. The clan was kind to you, after meeting you they became more open to you. You were grateful that they were so friendly with your presence. Enjoying the scenery, you can see that the creek is spreading out beyond the wooded area. You knew you should not leave this place, neteyam would be coming for you soon. And you knew your father didn't like you wandering around unsupervised. According to Jake, the Pandora Seas were too dangerous for you. But you weren't going to go far…just a little.

You get up from the ground, and follow the water current. Entering the wet jungle, while walking and jumping on the rocks. You stay like this for at least 10 minutes, glancing back. You see that you have wandered too far. So you decide to stop walking, sitting on the side of the creek, to take a look at the new rocks that now reflected from the depth. They were so beautiful, with different colors and shapes. You had to have several for your collection and others to make new pieces of clothing with kiri and tuk. You hear how several branches move, and you become alert. Watching as out of the bushes come the group of metkayina men who were always having some trouble with you. "Look what we have here" says one of them. Approaching, while the others followed him. "Hello" you speak up, you were never a spoiled girl. So you wave at him, and decide to keep looking and picking up your rocks. "Hey…what are you doing here all alone?" the man kneels down, to be closer to you. "I'm not alone, I'm with my brother" you speak up, sitting up straighter to confront them.

"Really? I don't see anyone here" the man signals with his hands. Looking at his friends, as they laughed evilly. You felt nervous, you were so scared. "I should get back…goodbye" you start to get up from the ground, but you feel one of them grab your arm. Causing you to sit up suddenly, you groan in pain. "Tell me…what do you have here?" one of the men, takes the notebook you were holding in your hands. "Give me that…that's important to me" you shout, getting up from the ground, trying to take the object from his hands. But this was useless, you were too small compared to them. "Do you want it back?" speaks the na'vi who was the leader of the group. "Yes, please" you speak, lowering your hands to now place them on your chest. "If you want it back, you have to bend down on the ground…just for curiosity" says the man. Your eyes widen. "For what?" you speak, but you see how they all laugh. And he pulls you close. "We're curious about you…mmm why don't you do us that favor and let us see what your cute little cunt looks like" the man speaks cheekily.

You can feel your heartbeat quicken, you could feel your stomach churning. You were aware that your body was curious to the na'vi. But this was something that was not right, you knew. All the alarms in your body were on fire, as you wished neteyam was here. Your eyes began to fill with tears, as you watched those na'vi boys waiting for your answer with a smile on their face. "N…no, please give me back my notebook…I won't do anything" you scream a little, but it sounds more like a cry of desperation. "Well…if you don't" says the boy holding the notebook in his hand, holding it close to the water. Making the gesture as if he's going to drop it. You reach over, hopping a little to grab it. "Ah, ah, ah, ah on the ground…and then the notebook" the man speaks, you move a little away.

The noises of the argument had caught the attention of ao'nung, who had gone for a ride with his ilu, in an attempt to distract himself from his labors. He had left his ilu at the other end of the island, while he walked and explored the small island. Not 10 minutes had passed, when he heard your voice. He knew her very well… he spent a lot of time with the Sully family. And as strange as it sounds… he had memorized all the tones of voice that came out of your mouth. He becomes alert, when he can sense a hint of desperation in your tone, so he decides to look for where it's coming from. Walking slowly, he arrives at your location. He slowly approaches and realizes that you are not alone. He makes a face of annoyance, when he hears the voice of the group of men. "They have nothing better to do," thinks ao'nung to himself, as he glances through some bushes.

He is very surprised, with the scene that his eyes had found. You were on the ground, on all fours. With your head pressed tightly to the ground. While one of the men held you in place, with one foot on your back. "Ok… why don't you help us and move the cloth to see you completely" says the man. This makes ao'nung furious, who without thinking comes out of his hiding place. All of them, noticing the presence of the future clan leader, move away from you. You collapse on the ground, feeling pain in your back and face. "What the hell is going on here!!!" shouts ao'nung, pushing one of the men. With such force that he was left sitting on the ground, hitting his head on a tree trunk. "I'm sorry…it's " tries to apologize to one of the group men.

"I want you to get the hell out of here!!!! Because if I don't I swear" before ao'nung could finish, the group of men had run out of the place. One of them threw the notebook in your direction, running away in fear. After standing still in place, furious. Ao'nung turns in your direction. He sees that you were sitting, seeing if you had any wounds on your knees. "Y/N…are you okay?" says ao'nung approaching you. You look up, revealing a tear-stained face. The boy brings his hand up to your face, to wipe it a little. "I'm sorry…I promise you that as soon as I get to the village I will take care of them. This will not stay like this" says ao'nung trying to comfort you. But he sees that this does not cheer you up. He knows how sad you must feel. You were the butt of these idiots' jokes, and they are already going too far with you. "Are you feeling okay?" ao'nung now sits down next to you. He sees how in your hands you hold some sort of notebook. He recognized it right away…it's that thing you always carry with you.

"It's been damaged…it's almost destroyed" you speak, moving some pages of your notebook. Which was wet. When they threw it on the ground, it had fallen near the water. You tried to pick it up, but it was too late. "But…Y/N. You were willing to let them hurt you for this thing" says ao'nung, touching the cover of the notebook with his finger. You look up somewhat annoyed. "This isn't just a thing…this belonged to my mom. She had her whole life here…what she had done and discovered in Pandora. This is important to me…this brings me closer to her." You cry, as you hug the notebook to your chest. Ao'nung decides to say nothing, and respects your space. Letting you cry and vent for a while. After a while…he comes closer to you. Stroking your hair, he wraps his hand around your shoulder so that you lie on his chest. He can notice, how your crying gets louder. And decides to hug you.

" Calm down" he says with a gentle tone. He feels you pull away a little, "Thank you for helping me…I was so scared" ao'nung can see your puffy eyes, and your pink cheeks. "You're welcome…and I'm sorry you had to go through that…but you shouldn't risk yourself like that. It's dangerous," says ao'nung, stroking your arm with his hand. Holding you in place, on your chest. "I know…but look" you move away a little, but not so much as to break the physical contact you had now. He can watch as you search through the pages. "See this?" you hold up the notebook so he can get a better look. It was a drawing of an aquatic flower, it was red with blue. He couldn't see it in detail, because the paint had begun to fade. "Mom wrote here that it is a flower that only grows in the deep sea" he sees as you drop your head on his chest. You sigh, as you wipe away a few tears. "How I wish I could see one… in this notebook is everything I want to be someday" you speak. Ao'nung enjoyed the moment, he liked listening to you talk about your dreams. "They are syulangs, they grow the depths and then they can live anywhere. They generate a kind of oil, it is good for the skin and has a very good smell" says Ao'nung, lowering his gaze. Noticing how your eyes widen. "Have you seen them?" you ask, at this point you had turned away from him. Taking his face in your hands, bringing your face closer to his. You were now inches apart, and ao'nung was getting nervous. You had never been so close to him.

He had never analyzed your beautiful features. You were strange…but beautiful at the same time. His tail began to wag back and forth. He didn't know what you were talking about, you kept on talking while he was unmoved watching, how you talked, moved your hands. Even how your nose wrinkled, every time you raised your arms. "Ao'nung…can you take me to see them?" you ask, now you had caught his full attention. "Ahhh yes…sure" the boy says. Feeling you hug him by the neck. "Ahhh thank you" you speak, now sounding calmer. He hugs you back, closing his eyes. They stay like that for a while, until you hear your brother's voice. "Y/N!!!" neteyam shouts.

"I'm here!!!" you shout back, watching as your brother emerges from the bushes. You pick yourself up off the ground, moving away from ao'nung. The boy stands with empty arms, watching as you run to your brother hugging him. "Where were you? Are you okay?" asks neteyam, making you turn around, checking for injuries. He can tell, your knees are a little scraped. "And this?" says neteyam, taking your leg in the air to get a better look. "Nete be careful !!!!" you shout, sometimes your brother could forget that you were very small compared to him. "I'm fine… don't worry" you speak. But you see how ao'nung approaches you. "That group of men were bothering her…but I was able to get there in time" says ao'nung. Neteyam thanks him, he had a long time defending his sister from those idiots. It was not an easy task. "Well…I think we'd better go home" says neteyam, taking your hand. He had noticed the looks ao'nung was giving you. "Yes please..I want to rest" you speak, moving closer to give ao'nung one last hug. hugging his hand tightly. "Again…thank you. See you later "you speak, pulling away from the boy.

A few minutes after you had left, au'nung decided to return to his ilu. But just as he took the first step, he noticed that you had left your notebook on the floor. He picked it up, and noticed that it was open at the page where the flower was drawn. He chuckled a little to himself, remembering with excitement that you told him everything. This little object was so important to you, you could give your life for it. It seemed silly to him, so he looked through the pages more. And he found a picture, in it appeared a woman with red hair, two men and other women. It had some words written in Na'vi, which said 'family' or 'my family'. Right next to that picture, there was another one…where you could see all the members of the family. But they were all small. Ao'nung looked at it with curiosity. So this was what you protected so much…you were adorable.

The night came, and as it was obvious. Neteyam had to tell her father what had happened. He couldn't help it, as soon as you entered the marui. Your mother saw that your knees were bleeding. So while you sat there watching your mother heal your wounds, you listened as your father scolded Neteyam. "I told you not to go away from her…if you go to the water. Your sister goes with you, otherwise you stay by her side" jake is a little upset. "Something serious could have happened" jake yells. "But it didn't happen…dad calm down" you speak from the other side of marui. You hadn't told anyone about what really happened to you and the disgusting comments those men said. You knew your father would do something crazy, and you didn't want to cause trouble. After a while, everyone is quiet going about their own business. You were playing with tuk, when you hear a tapping at the entrance of the marui.

Ao'nung was there, holding a basket full of flowers syulangs. The boy peeked his head to the side, meeting your eyes. He could see, how your eyes lit up. "Ahhh…mmm I brought something for Y/N" says ao'nung, you could feel the nervousness in his voice. You get up from the ground, and walk quickly to him. Everyone in the family looked at each other they were a little confused, but lo'ak's giggles could be heard. "Shhh shut up" you gesture to your brother to shut up. Moving closer to ao'nung, you both step further out of the marui, for some privacy. "Where? You brought them for…" you were interrupted when ao'nung put the basket down. "For you…I got them for you," says the boy. You put a hand to your mouth, you are surprised and grateful. No one has ever made this gesture to you…no one. "I'm sorry about what happened this afternoon… I'm sorry you didn't feel comfortable, I know it's hard to be you in this clan, but I want you to know" says ao'nung, taking your hands, to give them a little squeeze. "That I see you," says ao'nung. He could see how flushed you were getting. "Are you okay?" asks the boy, watching as you bend over and take the basket in your hands. And you run off to your marui. "Y/N wait!!! Your notebook!!!" yells ao'nung.

Lo'ak sat on the woven mat by the marui pot while Tsireya's laughter filled his ears. She leaned in closer, her teal form brushing against his side, the warmth of her skin a gentle press through his thin armband. Her omega scent wrapped around him, it was sweet like ripe ilu fruit mixed with the salty tang of the ocean and it flooded his nostrils.

Several moons had passed since his family sought uturu among the Metkayina. He and his family were learning their ways, swimming with the ilu and breathing the water like it's air. Most would say his mother or Neteyam aches for Omatikaya the deepest but it was him. The forest calls in his blood, the vines and the ikran cries along with the life he left there.

But what choice does he have? Move on or drown in what he's lost.

Tsireya's giggles filled his ears again as she shifted, her shoulder nudging his with playful intent.

He remembered that first day of their ikran touching down on the shore after days of endless flight, the chaos swirling with the clan's wary eyes. Then she rose from the waves like a vision, water sluicing off her curves.

Beautiful yeah, an omega through and through.

Her face was softer than the fierce Omatikaya women he's used to, rounded cheeks and wide eyes framed by those intricate Metkayina patterns. Shy smiles given just for him and not his perfect golden brother beside him. She was everything an alpha could want in a mate.

But she wasn't you.

Lo'ak's gaze drifted out to the horizon, his mind pulling him back to the Hometree's forest edge, to the little tawtute who'd stolen his rutting heart without even trying. You, the omega tawtute who turned him away every damn time. Your scent haunting him like a fever dream, so potent it made his fangs ache even now.

He could still picture the day you stumbled into Omatikaya territory, your exopack fogging with ragged breaths, that sleek RDA gear clinging to your fuller frame like a second skin. You'd sought his father, your voice steady despite the fear flickering in those wide expressive eyes. You admitted you were one of them, the RDA. You were polished to hunt, to kill the traitor and his family.

But the fire in you burned for something else now.

Tears had streaked your cheeks as you played that stolen recording for Jake, your father's voice crackling through the device. He was a scientist, once loyal to the RDA but had help Jake slip the RDA's noose, rejecting his own people's greed. He helped his closest friend and was killed for it. They silenced him to claim his legacy and to remove a traitor in the RDA base.

And you? Just five, small and malleable, molded into their weapon as payment for your father's sins. Years of training to be a killing machine and you were damn good at it. Not until you had stumbled upon that recording and it broke everything you stand for. Since that day, it has become days of escape and trekking through Pandora's wilds, anything to flee the base that reeked of your father's demise.

It was your scent that hit Lo'ak first when you crossed into the clan's borders. It was delicious and intoxicating, wrapping around his alpha instincts so strongly. He'd been around plenty of omegas, their floral notes teasing but forgettable.

Yours?

It punched through him, it made his cock twitch and his mind flood with filthy visions of pinning you down and burying his face in that soft fuller body of yours.

Jake had taken you in, guilt carving deep lines into his face when he learned you were his old friend's daughter. The weight of that debt bound him still and he gave you a place in the Omatikaya.

You adapted quick like Spider. You traded guns for bows, your combat skills turning heads during hunts even if you were a tawtute. You were the prettiest face he'd ever seen, all soft angles and full lips that begged to be claimed, your curves straining against those human clothes in ways that drove him mad.

Spider had joked once with eyes wide and playful. "Back on Earth? She'd be a star, bro. Headlines, red carpets, the works."

But Lo'ak didn't give a shit about Earth. He wanted you here, under him, your slick coating his fingers as he worked you open. He knew the barriers though. Your human physiology, no kuru for tsaheylu and that tiny frame dwarfed by his massive Na'vi build.

Fucking you proper?

Near impossible without breaking you but Eywa the thought of it... his cock hardening at the edge of your heat, rutting against your thighs, marking you with his seed until you reeked of him. You'd satisfy him too, those clever hands and that sharp mouth drawing out his growls.

A soft touch on his arm yanked him back to reality, Tsireya's eyes sparkled with curiosity as her fingers lingered on his bicep.

"Lo'ak? You're far away again." She murmured, voice like a gentle current as her blush deepened, tucking a strand of curls behind her ear.

He forced a grin leaning in to nuzzle her head lightly as he pictured it was you in her place to get through the act, scenting her out of habit he developed from you, her omega sweetness blooming under his touch.

"Just thinking about the reef and the life here, Reya." His words were smooth, alpha charm laced with intent to coax her but inside his thoughts snarled back to you.

He remembered when he found you by the communal fire. The clan had gathered for a shared meal, you sat apart, your fuller hips shifting on the log as you sharpened a knife. Your movements precise, muscles flexing under sun-kissed skin that glowed warmer than the Omatikaya people around you. That pretty face of yours caught the firelight, lips pursed in concentration, a stray hair escaping your braid to frame your cheek.

His alpha instincts roared as your scent hit him across the flames, your body responding to the alpha scents around you even if you fought it. Lo'ak sauntered over, dropping down beside you with casual grace, his tail brushing your leg “accidentally.”

"Sharp as ever tawtute." He rumbled, voice low and rough, eyes tracing the swell of your breasts beneath your fitted top. "Bet you could pin me down with that thing. Or maybe you'd rather use those hands for something... bigger."

You glanced up, your eyes narrowing with that familiar mix of wariness and fire but he caught the subtle hitch in your breath and the way your thighs pressed together.

There it is, that slick starting to gather, calling to me.

He leaned closer inhaling deeply, letting his own alpha musk wash over you in a subtle claim.

"Back off, Lo'ak." You said firmly, though your voice wavered just a touch, cheeks flushing as you sheathed the blade. Your fuller body tensed, curves shifting enticingly but you scooted away, rejecting the heat building between you. "I'm not some prize for you to sniff around. Go chase Na'vi women."

He chuckled dark and hungry, not backing down yet. His hand ghosted near your thigh, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from your core. "That scent of yours is the one that drives me insane. Imagine it, me knotting up against you, filling you with my knot until you're dripping for me."

The words were lewd and whispered like a promise, his fangs grazing his lip as he pictured your slick-coated folds clenching around his fingers, your cries echoing in the night.

Your rejection came swift, a shove to his chest that barely budged him but the spark in your eyes betrayed the pull. "No. I told you before I don't need an alpha. Find someone who wants your... attention."

You stood hips swaying as you walked away leaving him hard and aching, your scent lingering like a taunt.

Lo'ak watched you go, desire coiling tighter in his gut.

She refuses me now but I'll wear her down. That body, that scent, it's mine.

Lo'ak's claws dug into the soft sand as the rhythmic crash of waves does little to drown out the ghosts in his mind and the memories of you. Tsireya's hand rested lightly on his shoulder, her touch warm and inviting but it felt like a hollow echo compared to the fire you'd ignited in him.

Months here and still the reef can't wash you away. His family pushed him towards Tsireya, Neteyam with knowing glances and Jake with gruff nods of approval, anything just to help him move on from the past. Move on they said but Eywa how could he? Your scent lingered in his nostrils like a curse, that honeyed vanilla twisted with the sharp bite of your slick pulling him back to the forest's embrace even if he was at the ocean now.

He remembered the days in Omatikaya, how he'd hunt you out like prey, your presence a magnet to his alpha core. You'd weave through the clan's edges, that fuller silhouette cutting through the underbrush, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from training sessions that honed your lethal grace. No one ventured to the hidden glade beyond the waterfall, a forgotten nook where vines draped like curtains but he'd found you there once, curled up in exhausted sleep after a long hunt.

Your body lay sprawled on the mossy bed, limbs lax and inviting, the curve of your waist dipping into the generous swell of your hips that strained against your worn shorts. Breaths came soft and even, your chest rising in gentle swells beneath the thin tank top, nipples pebbling faintly in the cool mist.

Vulnerable, so damn vulnerable. An omega's form laid bare for any prowling alpha like him to claim.

"Lo'ak." You mewled in your sleep, clearly displaying your interest for him despite your usual rejections.

Fuck, is she dreaming about me?

Lo'ak's pulse thundered as he approached, his nostrils flaring at the thick wave of your musky arousal, slick already seeping through the fabric between your thighs. He knelt, hands trembling with restraint as he parted your legs slowly, the heat radiating from your core slamming into him like a storm.

Fuck, smells so good.

He groaned inwardly, leaning in until his nose brushed the damp crotch of your shorts. Inhaling deep, he let your essence flood him, a sweet nectar laced with raw need it made his head spin. His cock throbbing painfully against his loincloth as he got drunk on it, his breaths ragged and desperate.

Unable to stop himself, his tongue darted out tracing the outline of your folds through the thin barrier, the salty tang bursting on his taste buds. He was perverted, he fucking knew it. He was licking at your clothed pussy while you slumbered but the filth of it only fueled his obsession, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open as he lapped greedily.

You stirred then, a soft mewl escaping your lips as awareness bloomed, your nose twitching at the overwhelming crash of his alpha musk, smoky pine and dominant heat flooding your senses. Instinct took over as your hips bucked up instinctively, grinding your soaked core against his eager mouth, your slick soaking through to coat his rough tongue.

Lo'ak had grinned against you, yanking the shorts aside just enough to devour you properly. His tongue plunged into your folds, swirling over your swollen clit with rough insistent strokes, savoring the gush of your arousal as you arched, fingers tangling in his braids.

My little tawtute.

He thought sucking hard until your thighs quivered around his head, your cries muffled by the waterfall's roar.

After that stolen moment, you'd both tumbled into a heated agreement. Friends with benefits, nothing more, your eyes fierce as you laid down the rules.

"No claiming, no bonds. You're not my alpha." You whispered, voice husky from the aftershocks, your fuller breasts heaving with each pant. "Just this. I won't be your omega, Lo'ak."

He'd nodded, all easy smiles on the surface but inside? He was fucking thirsty for every scrap you offered knowing he'd erode your walls until you begged for his knot. It didn't matter if you reject him now because soon you'd be his.

Neteyam had caught it first, nostrils flaring during a hunt, his golden eyes narrowing at Lo'ak with a mix of amusement and warning.

"You've been marking her good, skxawng." He muttered, voice low and teasing.

Spider smirked beside him, elbowing Lo'ak. "Dude, she reeks of you like everywhere."

Lo'ak's chest had swelled with smug pride, the thought of his scent clinging to your skin a ward against rival alphas in a subtle brand that screamed his.

Those stolen encounters blurred into a haze of raw hunger, each one etching you deeper into his soul.

The first memory that haunted him now was of that late night in your shared alcove, the clan's fires dimming outside. You'd pushed him against the woven wall, your hands bold as they slipped under his tewng, palming his aching length through the fabric.

"Quiet." You hissed, eyes dark with lust, your tongue flicking out to trace his ear while your fingers squeezed, drawing a guttural growl from his throat.

He'd retaliated by shoving your top up, mouth latching onto one pert nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as you whimpered, your free hand fisting his hair. Slick dripped down your thighs, the air thick with your mingled scents, his alpha instincts snarling to rut against you until you yielded but he held back, letting your strokes milk pre-cum from his tip, your thumb circling the slit with wicked precision.

Another time during a rain-soaked patrol, thunder masked your gasps as he pinned you to a massive tree trunk. Water cascaded over your curves plastering clothes to your body, highlighting the lush dip of your cleavage and the flare of your ass.

"Lo'ak, fuck." You moaned, legs wrapping around his waist as he ground his hips forward, his bulge nestling against your soaked heat.

No penetration, just the torturous slide of fabric on fabric. His hands kneading your plush ass while you rocked, your clit throbbing against the ridge of his cock. He'd buried his face in your neck, fangs scraping skin as he scented you deeply. Your omega purr vibrating through him, body clenching in waves of near-release.

Then came the evening by the river, the moonlight silvering your skin as you knelt before him, that pretty mouth of yours hovering inches from his straining erection.

"Your turn to beg." You teased, voice sultry and challenging, breath ghosting over his flushed length.

Lo'ak's hands shook as he guided you closer, your lips parting to take him in shallowly, tongue swirling the head with expert flicks that made stars burst behind his eyes. He thrusted shallowly, careful not to overwhelm your human limits while his fingers delved between your legs, two digits curling into your dripping channel, thumb pressing your clit until you hollowed your cheeks around him. Both of you teetering on the edge in a symphony of wet sounds and stifled cries.

One dawn hidden in the hollow of an ancient tree, your body arched beneath his as he feasted between your thighs again. This time you were awake and demanding, legs splayed wide, your fingers spreading yourself open for his view. Pink and glistening, clit peeking swollen and needy.

"Taste me." You commanded, voice breathy with command and he'd obeyed, broad tongue laving from your entrance to your bud, sucking until your hips jerked and flooding his mouth with fresh slick.

His own hand pumped his cock in rhythm, the lewd squelch of your arousal mixing with his grunts, your nails raking his scalp as orgasm ripped through you leaving him spilling over his fist with your name on his lips.

The last memory burned hottest. It was a heated tangle in the undergrowth after sparring, your combat-honed body slick with exertion, muscles taut under soft flesh. You'd straddled his lap, grinding down with deliberate rolls, your heat enveloping the bulge of his massive through layers of cloth.

"Feel that?" You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, breasts bouncing with each motion as friction built a blaze between you.

Lo'ak's hands roamed your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your mounds, pinching nipples until they hardened like pebbles. His alpha pheromones surged, your omega response drenching you further, the air electric with unspoken claims.

Close, so close to breaking your rules, to flipping you and sealing you as his.

He'd been this close to making you his omega, your resistances crumbling under the weight of shared nights, your scent forever altered by his touch but then the RDA struck. The skies darkening with their demon weapons, gunfire shattering the peace. Chaos erupted and Na'vi war cries mingling with the roar of ikran was heard.

Lo'ak had fought like hell but his eyes locked on you across the fray. You, dodging blasts with that honed agility, your gun barking in retaliation.

The shot came from nowhere, a sniper's cruel precision.

It tore through your side, blood blooming dark against your gear, your fuller form crumpling to the earth. Time slowed as you hit the ground, eyes wide with shock, life ebbing from your small human body in shallow faltering breaths.

"Lo'ak..." You whispered voice fading, hand reaching out as crimson pooled beneath you.

Feral rage consumed him. He became a whirlwind of death, hands rending flesh, dagger sinking into throats as he tore through the soldiers brutally and unrelenting, their screams fuel to his grief. He couldn't save you but vengeance? That he claimed, bodies piling in his wake until the attackers fled or fell from his fury and despair.

It was quiet after, the clan's silence heavy as he carried your still form to a secluded grove, digging the earth with his bare hands, tears carving tracks through the blood on his face. His family knew, Jake's hand on his shoulder and Neytiri's soft keening. They understood the depth of your bond, unspoken but profound. He buried you there, under a canopy of glowing vines, a piece of his soul interred with you.

They fled Omatikaya soon after, safety demanding the flight to Metkayina's waters. Leaving behind the home where he'd met you, loved you in shadows, and lost you to the sky-people's greed. Months stretched on, the ache a constant companion and sharper than any wound.

Now with Tsireya's giggles resounding, Lo'ak stared at the stars with his heart fracturing anew.

He tries for his family as he feigned the desire to mate with another but you... Eywa, it's hard to let go even in death. Your ghost clung to his being, your omega scent still the one he seeks, a phantom ache pulling him under once more.

The ocean churned below the hulking Sea Dragon ship, its metal belly groaning under the weight of RDA machinery and malice.

Lo’ak's heart hammered as he surfaced from the depths, Payakan's massive form gliding away into safer waters. He'd ripped the tracker from his bonded tulkun's flesh, the device crunching in his fist like brittle bone and barked the warning into the comms.

"Sir, RDA's here. They are nearby now and—" Static cut him off as shouts erupted from the ship above.

His siblings and Tsireya had tailed him despite his snarls to stay back, their ilu slicing through the waves in reckless pursuit. Now as they hauled onto the platform, Quaritch's shadow loomed. Impossibly alive, his Na'vi form a twisted mockery of blue skin and yellow eyes. He remembered the clips of him that Norm had shown him and Spider back in the labs before.

Mother swore she ended him.

Lo’ak thought as bile rose in his throat, the shock freezing him mid-step.

Quaritch’s rifle snapped up and chaos swallowed them. Neteyam diving into the sea escaping but him, Tsireya, and little Tuk was snared in the net of the soldiers' grips.

Tsireya's scent hit him first. An omega in distress, her body trembling against his side as they were dragged aboard. Tuk whimpered, her small frame pressed to his leg, wide eyes brimming with fear. Lo’ak's alpha instincts roared to shield them, to tear free and sink fangs into throats but cold steel kissed his temple.

"Easy, boy. Wouldn't want to paint the deck with your brains." Quaritch's voice a gravelly drawl as he smiled cockily.

He strained against the ties, nostrils flaring at the metallic tang of fear-sweat mingling with Tsireya and Tuk's fear. The ship's corridors blurred in a haze of alarms and barked orders until the viewport revealed the Metkayina fleet closing in. His father’s ikran leading the charge and warriors streaking like arrows on their ilus. Quaritch and the other recom soldiers immediately got distracted that left an opportunity for their escape.

Neteyam burst through the fray moments later, a ghost of precision, slicing bonds with his knife and dropping guards in silent takedowns.

"Go!" He hissed, urgency etching his sharp jawline, golden eyes alert.

Lo’ak shoved Tsireya and Tuk toward the railing, the ocean's foam calling below. "Jump and swim fast!"

Tsireya hesitated, her hand brushing his with a desperate squeeze, her scent spiking with worry but she nodded, scooping Tuk into her arms and leaping into the abyss, their splashes lost in the din.

Lo’ak snatched a fallen rifle, the stock cool against his palm, grip tightening as resolve burned.

"Not leaving without Spider." He growled to Neteyam who masked a sigh with a nod.

They prowled the bowels of the beast-ship, shadows among crates, Lo’ak's tail lashing as they ambushed the guards. Neteyam's blade flashing across a throat, Lo’ak's rifle butt cracking a skull with a wet thud.

Spider huddled in his cell, human frailty stark under the lights but his eyes lit with relief. "Guys!"

Neteyam yanked the door, snatching a sidearm. "Move, now!"

They bolted with their breaths ragged, the ship's alarms wailing like wounded banshees. Freedom beckoned at the edge, the jump to the waves a heartbeat away when a silhouette blocked the hatch, rifle leveled and stance coiled like a predator's.

Lo’ak's nose twitched, a jolt ripping through him. That scent, honeyed vanilla laced with slick's primal edge, that familiar omega essence that clawed at his core like hooks from the grave.

Impossible.

The figure stepped into the flickering emergency lights, a tall female Na'vi, her azure skin stretched over curves that echoed your human fullness but amplified. Broader hips swaying with lethal grace, breasts straining against tactical webbing, tail flicking with tension.

Her face... Eywa, it was yours, translated to Na'vi perfection.

"Move and I shoot." You snarled, voice a husky whip-crack, rifle steady, your tail flicking from the adrenaline's pulse.

"(Y/N)?" Lo’ak's voice cracked, raw shock flooding him, his body going rigid as memories crashed of your human bloodied form in his arms and the life fading from those eyes.

Your brow furrowed, grip tightening on the weapon, confusion flickering across your features like shadows on water. "How do you know my name?"

Reeling, his obsession surged back ten times stronger, a tidal wave drowning his doubt. You were revived like Quaritch. Even if you had gone rogue, you were still the RDA's prized soldier and they had pulled you from death's jaws into this created body, just without the memories of him and your life in Omatikaya it seems.

But it was no problem, this was his second chance, his alpha blood sang for it. His cock twitching traitorously at your scent's assault, visions of claiming you anew flashing hot and unbidden especially now that your Na'vi body can take his cock and a kuru to make tsaheylu with.

"How could an alpha forget his own omega?" Lo’ak murmured, the lie slipping smooth and laced with dark hunger.

His gaze raked your form, the way your thighs flexed under the tight pants, your omega scent thickening the air with unwitting invitation.

Your expression twisted, lips parting in disbelief as a flush creeped up your neck to tint those cheeks. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He smiled fondly as he eyed the purple hue in your cheeks, it was once pink when you were his little tawtute.

"Put the gun down and I'll explain." He coaxed stepping forward, voice dropping to a rumble that vibrated with promise, his pheromones instinctively flaring in a smoky dominance that curled towards you.

"Fat fucking chance." You spat, finger hovering on the trigger as your body tensed, the rifle's barrel unwavering despite the turmoil etching your posture.

They saw Jake then, ghosting behind you, his form a silent storm. You didn't sense him, emotions roiling too strongly within you, the confusion and suspicion was a buried pull from Lo’ak's words that clouded your instincts. Just as your eyes narrowed aiming to shoot, Jake's arm snaked out with a precise strike to your temple dropping you limp, your rifle clattering to the ground.

"Let's go. Move." Jake ordered, voice steel-edged, urgency propelling them.

Lo’ak lunged, scooping your unconscious body. It was warm and solid, your weight fitting against his chest like fate's cruel gift. Your head lolled against his shoulder with your soft lips slack, the curve of your neck exposed where your scent glands are and he ached to mark it. He was not letting you go this time, he vowed inwardly. The obsession coiling tight as he jumped, your form cradled close to his chest.

You stirred in fragments as your head throbbed like a war drum, body heavy and alien in ways you couldn't place. The world tilted, salt spray stinging your skin but strong arms held you fast towards a broad chest. Voices blurred with urgent commands then splashes, the familiar roar of engines fading. Your eyelids fluttered, catching glimpses of blue limbs churning water, a face hovering close, yellow eyes burning with something feral and possessive.

Who... what?

Panic flickered but exhaustion dragged you under again, the stranger's smoky scent wrapping around you like chains pulling you into the unknown.

Hours had bled since the Sea Dragon's retreat, Metkayina warriors' spears driving the RDA skimmers back into the horizon like scattering ikran. Lo'ak's family had spilled into the healing space earlier. Neytiri's eyes widening in stunned silence as he laid your limp form on the woven cot, her gaze tracing the Na'vi lines of your body, so eerily reminiscent of the human girl who'd captured her son's heart.

She knew the depth of his longing back then, the way he'd orbit you like a moth to flame and now... by Eywa's mercy or cruel jest, you breathed again.

Jake had woven the tale swiftly to Tonowari, voice steady with feigned sorrow of RDA men snatching you from Omatikaya soil and twisted your mind blank in their labs all to strike at the Sully's. He did this for his dead friend and the sight of Lo'ak's knuckles white around your waist, his son clearly not intending to let go of you no matter what.

The Olo'eyktan nodded gravely and Ronal's piercing gaze all but yielded as uturu was granted. A private marui was yours by the clan's edge and Lo'ak wasted no breath bundling you there and away from prying eyes.

Now alone in the dim glow of light, he perched on the mat's edge, thumb tracing the swell of your cheekbone, the skin now like polished sapphire under his callused pad. Months of hollow ache, of yearning, and regrets dissolved in this miracle.

You, alive and blue-skinned. Your human curves honed into this body by those RDA scientists, honed into something divine as your chest rose steady.

His fingers drifted to your kuru, the neural tendrils soft and pulsing, it was a siren's call to him. You can make tsaheylu at last and the thought made heat pool low within him as visions assaulted his mind. Your kurus entwined, your slick walls clenching his knot, belly swelling with his seed as he bites your neck.

The lie he'd planted on that ship earlier?

It was a seed to bloom and he will nurture it until you begged for his claim, until your body yielded under his relentless thrusts as he finally claim his reborn omega.

"My pretty little omega." He murmured, voice thick with reverence and hunger, leaning close enough to taste your exhales. "You came back to me."

Your lashes trembled, world sharpening from blur to the unfamiliar marui's woven confines. Pain throbbed at your temple but it was the face above yours that jolted you. A sharp jaw shadowed with intent, golden eyes devouring you whole. It was the same man from the ship who dared call himself your alpha. Instinct screamed within as you bolted upright, scrambling back until your shoulders hit the pod's curved wall.

"Shh mawey, omega." He soothed, palms rising in mock surrender though his tail betrayed him with a eager flick. "It's me, Lo'ak."

You pressed your knees to your chest, the tactical gear chafing against your skin that hummed strangely sensitive with every nerve alight.

"Why am I here?" Your voice emerged rough and edged with wariness as you scanned the space, something so different from the blank white walls in the RDA base.

He shifted closer on his haunches, his alpha scent blooming smoky and insistent as it wrapped around you like invisible vines. "I told you, you're my omega. Do you really not remember me, (Y/N)?"

His tone dipped low and laced with feigned hurt that masked the thrill coiling in his gut.

You shook your head, a void yawning where memories should be. "I don't know you."

A shadow crossed his features but his lips curved into something soft and forlorn.

"Of course you don't. The RDA kidnapped you, knowing you were my mate. They wanted leverage against me and my family, twisted your head until it all faded so you can be a weapon honed against us." He leaned in, voice dropping to a rumble that vibrated through the air, his golden eyes tracing the pulse at your throat.

Doubt gnawed at you but his words slotted into the fog like puzzle edges.

"I don't believe you." You crossed your arms, the motion pulling fabric taut over swells that felt too heavier and foreign for your body.

"It's true, (Y/N)." He pressed, earnestness dripping like honeyed venom, golden gaze locking yours. "Ask my parents, they'll tell you. Why would we drag an RDA stray into our home if you meant nothing? We'd have ended you on sight if you were just another faceless soldier. But you're here because you're mine, my omega. I’m not gonna let you go after too damn long without you."

The conviction rolled off him chipping at your resolve.

The emptiness in your skull pulsed with the flashes of sterile lights and needles when you woke up without memories. Just a clean slate only knowing your name and mission to exterminate Jake Sully along with his family. It fit this narrative of erasure he’s spouting, it explained the ache of absence of your memories, and the the way his scent tugged at something buried.

Still, your walls stayed high, trust wasn't easily surrendered to pretty tales. "I'm not gonna believe you that quickly."

He could see that you braced for fury, a snarl or grab from him but he only smiled wider, teeth flashing in the low light. He was a hunter savoring the chase. He’s done this before and he can damn sure do it again.

The long game it is.

He mused inwardly, pulse quickening at the fire in your stare.

As long as I end up buried balls-deep and knotting you full with my kids.

"I know." He said aloud, voice gentle as a breeze. "You have every right to be wary but I'll prove I'm telling the truth. Every day until it sinks in."

From a woven basket, he drew garments. A delicate weave of sea silk in iridescent blues, the beaded edges shimmering like lagoon foam. He offered them, fingers brushing yours with electric intent.

"But first here, change into these. Your gear screams sky people, it'll draw eyes we don't need."

Hesitation gripped you but logic won as you snatched the bundle, the fabric whispering soft against your palms. "Turn around."

His smirk ghosted quick, a flash of mischief before he pivoted with his broad back to you. The muscles rippling under his striped skin, his tail curling with barely leashed anticipation.

Silly little omega.

He thought, his cock stirring at the sound of rustles and clothes dropping behind him.

I'll devour every inch of you soon enough. By letting you have this? This will build the trust I'll shatter with my teeth on your throat soon.

For now, he'd indulge you by letting the illusion of safety root within you.

You stripped swiftly, peeling away the stiff RDA layers, the cool air kissing your bare skin that pebbled instantly.

The top draped like a second skin, thin straps framing the generous heft of your breasts. The RDA alterations leaving them lush and buoyant from the usual Na'vi body proportions. It was nearly overflowing the shell cups, nipples tightening against the weave from the exposure. The loincloth settled low, hugging the flare of your hips. Hips that still carries the human echo of soft fertile width. The fabric molding to the cleft of your mound, outlining the lower plush lips beneath with shameless clarity.

Heat flooded your cheeks, a shy vulnerability twisting in your gut at how the breeze teased your inner thighs but you swallowed it, straightening with forced poise.

"Done." You muttered, voice tight.

He turned slow, breath catching audibly, his growing bulge straining against his own minimal covering as his gaze raked you with raw and unblinking eyes.

Your form hit him like a spear. Those tits were swollen temptations begging for his mouth as it spilled toward the sides with each inhale. Your hips swaying unconsciously, promising the grip he'd rut into. The loincloth’s cradle accentuating your cunts heat, your scent blooming freer now, that musky arousal laced with your omega sweetness that slammed his senses.

His nostrils flared wide as he inhaled deeply, the tang of your untouched slick flooding him making his cock throb painfully.

You caught the shift, the way his pupils blew dark and jaw clenched as he drank you in.

"Stop looking at me like that." You hissed, arms folding over your chest though it only plumped your cleavage further as your ears flattened in irritation.

"Can't an alpha admire his omega?" He drawled, voice husky with barely veiled lust as he stepped a fraction closer, his pheromones thickening the air like a claim already staked.

"I'm not yours." You grumbled low, a frustrated rumble in your throat as your tail lashed behind you.

Oh but you will be.

He thought, his eyes gleaming with a dark promise for the the hunt that is just beginning.

Lo’ak extended his palm, fingers splayed in invitation, the veins along his forearm flexing with restrained power as he waited for you to grasp it. But you swatted it aside with a sharp flick of your wrist, the motion sending your hair swaying against your shoulders, a spark of defiance lighting your amber eyes.

He chuckled low and undeterred, the sound rumbling from his chest like distant thunder over the waves as he rose fluidly and gestured toward the marui's entrance.

"Come on, then." He said, voice laced with amusement, stepping out into the sun-dappled path without waiting.

You followed cautiously, bare feet padding over the woven floor, the iridescent top shifting with each step to tease glimpses of the deep valley between your full rounded breast and the curves engineered to perfection, their weight pulling gently at the thin straps.

The village unfolded around you as ilus glided through crystalline lagoons, people weaving nets with fluid grace, the air thick with brine and laughter.

"This is the Metkayina clan." Lo’ak explained glancing back with a crooked smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "My family and I sought uturu here after…"

His words faltered, gaze drifting inward, a shadow crossing his face as the memory clawed at him. You, limp and bloodied in his arms amid the Omatikaya ruins, your final breath a ghost that had haunted his nights.

He shook it off, jaw tightening briefly. "After the RDA attacked our people and kidnapped you. My father figured leaving would shield the Omatikaya as they were hunting him after all."

"Oh." You murmured, the syllable soft, absorbing the weight of his half-truth as you trailed him toward the shore.

The beach stretched wide, sands like crushed pearls underfoot, waves curling in lazy foam that kissed your toes.

You paused, head tilting back to drink in the expanse of the endless turquoise horizon, fronds rustling in a breeze that carried hints of coral and freedom. It was worlds away from the RDA base's sterile hum, those endless white corridors that had pressed in like a vise on your spirit. Here, your lungs expanded fully, the salt-kissed wind whispering against your exposed midriff, raising gooseflesh along the smooth plane of your belly.

You pivoted to face him, sunlight gilding the stripes across his broad frame highlighting the taut lines of his abdomen where they dipped toward his hips. He was handsome in a wild and untamed way with high cheekbones sharp as carved stones, lips full and curved in perpetual mischief, his kuru draped over one shoulder like a warrior's braid.

Could he truly be your alpha? The question swirled, pulling at fragments of curiosity of how had your paths crossed, what sparks had ignited this supposed bond and turned the two of you into lovers?

His scent hit you then, a heady rush of smoked wood and primal earth, wrapping around your senses like a heated embrace. It stirred something deep, your omega instincts humming in response, drawn to the raw masculinity radiating from him, to the promise of protection and possession. A true alpha commanding without force. Yet wariness lingered, a shield against the allure he displays.

You'd unearth the truth, one way or another.

"How did we meet?" You asked, voice steady despite the flutter in your chest, stepping closer as the tide lapped at your ankles.

Lo’ak's mind spun a tale effortlessly, threading lies with echoes of reality. He leaned against a palm trunk, arms crossing to accentuate the swell of his biceps.

"Your father was a close ally of my father before yours died because of the RDA. My father offered you sanctuary in the Omatikaya after. The first time I caught your scent..." His eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he recalled the genuine pull, that intoxicating bloom that had hooked him from the start. "It hit me like a storm. I knew right then I had to make you my omega."

Heat crept up your neck, staining your blue cheeks a deeper sapphire but you rolled your eyes to mask it. You crossed your arms beneath your chest, the gesture lifting the plush orbs higher, their soft undersides brushing the fabric's edge.

"And how did we fall in love? How did you make me your omega?"

He turned fully to you, grin widening into something wolfish, teeth gleaming as he closed the distance. His tail brushing your calf in a fleeting electric touch. This time, truth edged his words, laced with dark satisfaction. "You were a firecracker, always dodging me. I'd hunt you down and you'd push back every time with feisty rejections. But I wore you down, made you gave in."

You huffed, a breathy sound of exasperation as your ears twitched forward. "How?"

That sleazy grin stretched, predatory and unashamed, as he captured your hand in his larger one. The calluses rough against your smoother palm and he guided it downward, pressing your fingers firmly against the thick ridge straining his loincloth. The heat of him seared through the thin barrier, the rigid length twitching under your touch, pulsing with insistent need.

You recoiled with a hiss, yanking back as if burned, your tail coiling tight against your thigh.

"You’re so disgusting." You snapped, though your voice wavered, pulse racing at the sheer girth outlined there.

You could feel the prominent veins even through the cloth, a formidable promise that sent an unwelcome thrill skittering down your spine.

"Disgusting?" He laughed, the sound rich and teasing, stepping into your space without apology, his free hand hovering near your hip. "It's natural for an omega to touch her own alpha. This dick's yours after all, it was made for splitting you open."

His gaze dropped to your pretty face, smug as he caught the flush blooming across your collarbone.

"Is my baby getting shy on me?"

"I don’t wanna touch that." You glared, fangs bared slightly but the betraying warmth between your thighs deepened, your core clenching involuntarily as the omega in you urged to submit and to explore that alpha potency he emits.

He was massive. The outline suggesting a flesh forged for dominance and it made the hidden part of you, the slick needy omega, preen with forbidden excitement. A fresh gush of arousal dampened your folds, the scent rising sharp and sweet like ripe fruit begging to be plucked by his mouth.

Lo’ak's nostrils flared inhaling deeply, a smug curl to his lips as he savored your reaction. Your body's confession louder than any denial you display for him. He bit his lower lip, the plump flesh whitening under teeth, before recapturing your hand and drawing it to his mouth. His tongue flicked out, warm and wet, tracing the knuckles in a slow deliberate kiss that sent shivers racing up your arm.

"You've wrapped your fingers around it plenty before when I made you my omega." The lie slipped out velvet-smooth, his eyes locked on yours with heated intensity.

You groaned pulling away from the lewd promise in his touch, sinking onto the warm sand in a fluid drop, knees drawing up to hug your shins. The grains shifted beneath you, cradling the curve of your ass, the loincloth riding up slightly to expose more of your toned thighs.

He dropped beside you, thigh pressing boldly against yours, the contact igniting sparks along your skin. His body heat a tangible force, his muscles coiled like a predator at rest.

"What happened to you in that RDA hellhole?" He asked, voice dropping to a gravelly murmur, one arm draping casually behind you on the sand.

You shrugged, shoulders rolling under the light top, the motion causing your breasts to settle with a subtle jiggle, nipples peaking against the weave from the cooling breeze.

"They drilled me with training, said it was to sharpen old instincts. All I had was my name and the order to drag in Jake Sully. It was... hollow like pieces of me were carved out leaving echoes."

Lo’ak's jaw clenched, tendons standing out like cords along his neck, a flicker of genuine rage darkening his features at the thought of their violations. First they killed you and now remade you without your consent and your mind stripped of everything.

"You’re here now." He growled softly, leaning in until his breath ghosted your ear, sending tingles cascading down your neck. "And I’ll never let you slip away again. No harm touches what's mine."

Silence fell heavy with the crash of waves and you grew still, his vow sinking in like roots into soil stirring a tentative warmth amid the suspicion you harbor.

He nearly smirked sensing the crack in your arm from the way your posture softened and your eyes flicking to his with budding belief in this fabricated narrative he has.

"Let say it’s true, what if I never remember you?" You whispered, fingers tracing idle patterns in the sand, vulnerability etching lines around your mouth.

"It doesn’t matter." He replied, tone resolute yet tender as he shifted to face you fully, his hand brushing a stray tendril from your forehead, thumb lingering on the silky arch of your brow. "I’ll give you new ones to remember. Ones that will even make you forget you ever lost one."

Internally, he nearly laughed at the twist as he really was giving you new memories. He was scripting your shared history with one possessive thread at a time.

"Okay." You breathed, the word a quiet surrender, gaze dropping to where your knee brushed his.

"I’ve missed you, baby." He murmured voice thick with ache, leaning closer until his scent enveloped you completely in a cocoon of his desire. "So damn much."

You rolled your eyes, a playful scoff escaping despite the pull in your chest, and he threw his head back in laughter, the sound echoing free over the beach, sealing the moment in fragile intimacy he considered a win.

Lo'ak rose from the sand in one smooth motion, his form uncoiling like a vine under tension as he extended his hand once more with palm upturned. This time though, your fingers brushed his tentatively, sliding into the warm grip as curiosity edged out the caution. The contact sending a subtle current up your arm.

He smiled, a genuine curve softening the sharp angles of his face, fingers curling possessively over yours.

"It's getting close to dinner." He said, voice warm with invitation, thumb stroking a lazy circle on your skin. "Want to eat at my family's marui?"

You hesitated, gaze flicking toward the distant pods nestled among the mangroves, the reality sinking in. There were no other refuge, no familiar faces beyond this enigmatic man who claimed your past. With a small nod you agreed, the motion causing your kuru to sway gently against the nape of your neck where your scent glands pulsed faintly.

His grin widened into something triumphant and boyish as he tugged you along the winding paths.

The village was alive with the flicker of lanterns igniting against the deepening twilight. Voices drifted from the marui ahead of animated chatter laced with laughter and you faltered at the threshold as your ears pinned back slightly, the woven entrance flap fluttering like a hesitant veil.

But Lo'ak's hold tightened, his grip a steady anchor pulling you forward.

"No need to fear, baby." He murmured leaning close enough for his breath to fan your temple, carrying that intoxicating alpha musk. "You're my mate, they're your family, too."

He guided you inside, the space cozy with the glow of woven lamps and the aroma of spiced seafood simmering over a low flame. All eyes turned lingering on your intertwined hands, the air thickening with unspoken questions. Jake broke the silence first, his broad shoulders shifting as he set down a tool, his expression etched with regret.

"I'm sorry for clocking you earlier, kid." He said gruffly, voice heavy with apology. "Had to play it that way, there was no choice."

You nodded mutely, the memory of the blow still a dull throb at your temple. Lo'ak steered you to a mat beside him, his thigh brushing yours in casual ownership, the heat of his skin seeping through your loincloth.

"How are you holding up?" Neytiri asked, her golden eyes softening with casual concern, one hand resting on her hip.

"I'm... okay." You replied, the words tentative, your free hand fidgeting with the edge of your top as the fabric clung to the swell of your hips. "Just confused, mostly."

Lo'ak's fingers remained laced with yours, a constant pressure under the table, his pulse steady against your wrist.

"Is it true you've got no memories left?" Tuk piped up, her wide eyes curious and tail flicking with that youthful energy.

You flinched, the question a sharp prod at the void in your mind, your shoulders hunching instinctively.

Lo'ak's voice cut in firm, a warning edging his tone. "Tuk, easy."

"It's fine." You interjected quickly, forcing a small smile despite the sting. "And yes, nothing. Blank slate."

Jake leaned forward, his calm smile a reassuring anchor amid the family's scrutiny, the lines around his eyes crinkling with empathy. "No worries, we'll start fresh. I'm Jake, this is my wife Neytiri. Over there's Neteyam the eldest, Kiri the second oldest, Tuk the youngest, and Spider their human buddy who's basically one of us."

You nodded, committing the names to memory. Neteyam's steady gaze, Kiri's warm eyes, Tuk's infectious grin, and Spider's awkward wave from his spot by the wall. You were searching for any flicker of recognition in the recesses of your skull but only silence echoed back in the hollow expanse.

"Your father... he was a good friend of mine before the RDA took him out." Jake added, guilt shadowing his features, jaw tightening as he recalled the betrayal and loss. "They didn't give him a chance."

You bit your lower lip, the plump flesh yielding under your fangs, the story slotting neatly into Lo'ak's earlier tale, chipping away at your doubts like waves eroding stone. The belief for Lo’ak’s words stirring, it was tentative but it was growing.

Lo'ak suppressed the urge to smirk, inwardly thrilled as his father unwittingly bolstered the web of deception he had fabricated, the pieces aligning in his favor.

"Yeah, Lo'ak mentioned it earlier." You said softly, glancing at him sidelong, the warmth of his hand a subtle reassurance.

Neytiri slid two woven bowls your way, steam rising from chunks of fish and roots, her smile gentle as she nudged them closer.

"Eat up, you need your strength." She urged, voice laced with quiet care.

"Thank you." You murmured, accepting the offering, the savory scent curling into your nostrils.

Only then did Lo'ak release your hand, his fingers lingering a beat too long before withdrawing, allowing you to scoop up the meal. He watched you intently, a soft smile playing on his lips, his own bowl untouched as he savored the sight of your lashes fluttering as you chewed, the line of your throat working with each swallow.

His family exchanged subtle glances, noting the light reigniting in his eyes, that immense devotion he'd poured into chasing you before. They remembered the hollow shell he'd become after your death, the feral rage, the way he'd cradled your broken form before burying you under the sacred tree, Neytiri's heart fracturing at her son's raw grief.

When you finished, scraping the last bits from the bowl, you offered a grateful nod. "Thank you, all of you. That was... kind."

Lo'ak's hand found yours again, callused palm enveloping your smaller one as he stood pulling you up with him.

"I'll crash in her marui tonight." He announced casually, tone brooking no argument. "She needs me close."

Protest bubbled on your tongue but he leaned in grinning wickedly as his lips brushed your ear in a heated whisper. "You're my omega. I'm staying with you, end of story."

You rolled your eyes, a exasperated huff escaping, but bid the family farewell with a wave, their nods accepting as they were accustomed to Lo'ak's relentless pursuit back in the old days, his stubborn affection as predictable as the tides.

He led you through the cooling night, the path to your marui lit by glowing fungi, his steps buoyant with barely contained glee. Finally, no barriers between him and your warmth, no rejections and no distance. At the entrance, he ducked inside first then reached back, drawing you down onto the sleeping cot with insistent tugs, the woven surface yielding under your combined weight.

You settled beside him but instinctually shifted away leaving a deliberate gap between you, your body curling slightly on its side, the curve of your spine arching away from his heat.

He frowned, brows knitting over those piercing yellow eyes but the expression melted into a quick grin, predatory and playful.

"Baby, scoot over here." He coaxed, voice a low rumble.

You huffed, arms crossing over your chest, the motion pressing your breasts together in the dim light. "No."

He chuckled, the vibration deep in his chest, shifting closer despite your defiance. "You used to nestle right in my arms every night. It’s time to get that muscle memory kicking in, yeah?"

With another eye roll, you turned your back to him, knees drawing up, the position thrusting the firm globes of your ass outward, the loincloth's ties straining against the generous swell as you ignored his words. A yelp escaped you as his powerful arms banded around your waist, yanking you flush against his chest. The hard planes of his torso molding to your softer form, his heartbeat thundering steadily against your spine.

"Lo'ak!" You protested twisting slightly, your tail flicking in agitation.

"Don't deprive your alpha." He murmured, breath hot against your shoulder blade as he nuzzled deeper into the crook of your neck. "Been months without your heat, I’m starving for it."

You grumbled under your breath, the sound muffled against the mat but relented, your body loosening in his unyielding embrace. "Whatever."

Satisfied, he buried his face in your neck, nose pressing firmly into the sensitive glands there, inhaling deeply as he rubbed his own scent across your skin. He was marking you thoroughly, the musky alpha essence seeping into your pores until you'd carry him like a second skin. A deep purr rumbled from his throat vibrating through you, his tail snaking around to coil possessively along your inner thigh, the coarse hairs at its tip grazing the dampening fabric over your core in teasing strokes.

You bit your lip hard, fangs pricking the tender flesh, praying the growing slick wouldn't betray you but it did, the sweet needy aroma of your slick blooming in the confined space.

Lo'ak inhaled sharply, a smug edge to his purr. "Turn around, face me."

You ignored the command, squeezing your eyes shut, feigning sleep as your pulse raced.

"Face me, omega." He ordered, the alpha timbre lacing his voice like iron command, laced with unyielding authority.

Your eyes snapped open, body responding before your mind could catch up, twisting in his arms until you faced him with your noses nearly brushing, breaths mingling in the scant inches between.

"There you are." He breathed, gaze devouring the delicate fan of your lashes and the plush curve of your mouth. "My pretty little omega."

Silence stretched charged as he studied you. His eyes tracing the slope of your jaw, the subtle glow of your skin under the faint light. Then he nudged his nose against yours in a gentle eskimo kiss, the intimate gesture drawing your eyelids to flutter shut with a soft sigh escaping.

He grinned against your lips before claiming them in a filthy devouring kiss. His tongue plunging past your parted teeth without preamble, tasting of salt and hunger.

Fuck, so damn good.

The thought echoed in his mind as you let out a startled gasp, the sound muffled and swallowed by his mouth. He stole your air in greedy pulls, lips sealing over yours as his tongue tangled with yours sucking messily, wet and insistent, the slick slide igniting sparks that pooled low in your belly.

His mouth moved against yours with relentless hunger, tongue delving deep to lap at the sweetness of your inner cheeks, drawing out every muffled whimper as he ground his hips forward, the thick ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh through the thin barrier of his loincloth. The kiss was a storm, wet and bruising, his fangs grazing your lower lip in a teasing nip that sent jolts straight to your core.

"Love kissing these lips, baby." He rasped when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his voice a gravelly purr laced with dark satisfaction, hot breath fanning over your flushed skin.

His eyes, those intense golden slits, locked onto yours, pupils blown wide with predatory lust.

A soft mewl escaped your throat, the omega instincts buried deep in your new form surging to the surface like a tidal wave. His pheromones flooded the air, thick and musky and and laced with the sharp tang of possession. It was clouding your thoughts until your mind went blissfully blank, every nerve alight with the need to submit, to yield to this alpha who claimed you so deliciously.

"Lo’ak." You breathed, the name a plea tumbling from your parted lips, your hands fisting in the woven mat beneath you as your body arched instinctively toward him.

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours where your soft breasts pressed against the firm slabs of his pectorals. "Gonna let your alpha remind you how he made you his omega?"

His words dripped with manipulation, a velvet trap wrapped in seduction, his hand sliding down to grip the lush curve of your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising intent. He knew the power he held, the way his scent could unravel you, bend you to his will without a fight.

Your inner omega preened at the command, tail thrashing against the cot in eager response as his pheromones intensified. It was wrapping around you like invisible chains stoking the fire in your veins until all you craved was to please him and to earn the approval of this dominant force. Slick gathered between your thighs, soaking through the delicate weave of your coverings.

"Please." You whispered, voice trembling with raw need, eyes half-lidded as you gazed up at him in desperate want.

Lo’ak's grin was feral against your mouth, teeth flashing white in the dim glow of the marui's inner light with a victorious gleam in his eyes. This was his win, another thread in the web he'd spun.

Back when you were that fragile tawtute, your human body was too small and too breakable for his Na'vi girth. He'd been forced to deny himself, rutting against your thigh or spilling over your skin in frustrated release. But now, in this altered form the RDA had twisted into something perfect for him. Your curves amplified, limbs elongated, core aching for an alpha's claim and he could finally bury himself to the hilt, reshape you from the inside out.

He shifted down your body with deliberate slowness, his broad shoulders nudging your thighs apart, exposing the glistening folds hidden beneath your loincloth. With a rough tug, he stripped the fabric away, the cool air kissing your heated skin and making you gasp. Your pussy was a vision, plump outer lips flushed a deep azure, inner petals slick and swollen, clit peeking like a ripe berry begging for attention. He inhaled deeply, groaning at the heady aroma of your arousal, it was sweet and fertile screaming omega in heat.

"Look at you, so fucking wet for me already." He murmured, voice husky with awe and dark triumph, his breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh. "This pretty cunt remembers its alpha, even if your head's playing tricks."

His thumbs parted you wider, exposing every inch to his hungry gaze, the cool tips contrasting the molten slick that dripped down toward your ass.

You whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily, the virgin tightness of your Na'vi entrance clenching around nothing. You had no inkling of this body's untouched state nor that it wasn’t your real body, no memory of past intimacies, only the overwhelming urge to be filled and claimed as well as the words of Lo’ak that he had already mated with you before.

"Lo’ak... need you." You panted, fingers threading into his braids, tugging lightly as your chest heaved, nipples hardening into tight peaks against the sheer top clinging to your full rounded breasts.

He didn't rush, savoring the power, the way you squirmed under his scrutiny. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit in one long languid stroke, collecting your essence with a guttural moan escaping him. The taste exploded on his tongue, it was tart and addictive like the ripest fruit mingled with the salt of the sea.

"Mhm, fuck baby. Taste like mine." He growled, lapping again, slower this time, circling your clit with the broad side before flicking the tip precisely making your thighs quake around his head.

Your back arched off the cot, a keening cry spilling from your lips as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. His mouth was devouring you with sloppy obscene sounds, sucking and slurping, his fangs grazing just enough to tease without pain. He delved deeper, tongue spearing into your hole, fucking you with wet thrusts that mimicked what was to come, his nose bumping your clit with each push. Your slick coated his chin, dripping down his throat as he feasted, one hand pinning your hip while the other teased your entrance with a single finger circling the fluttering rim before sliding in knuckle-deep.

"Tight... so goddamn tight." He rasped between licks, pumping his finger slowly, curling it to stroke that spongy spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "Gonna stretch you open for my cock, omega. Make you take every inch like you used to beg for."

Lies woven seamlessly into praise, his words stoking your doubt into desire, making you cling to the narrative he fed you.

"Yes more, please." You sobbed, the coil winding tighter, your walls fluttering around his digit as he added a second, scissoring them to prepare you, the burn blending into exquisite fullness.

Your tail coiled around his wrist urging him deeper, body betraying any lingering resistance. He worked you mercilessly, mouth and fingers in tandem sucking your clit hard while thrusting deep, the lewd squelch of your slick echoing in the marui. Your orgasm built like a cresting wave, crashing over you with a shattered cry, walls clamping down as you gushed against his tongue, thighs clamping his ears in a vise.

Lo’ak drank it all humming in approval, not stopping until you trembled oversensitive then withdrawing with a final teasing lick. "Good girl, came so pretty for me."

He rose up, shedding his own coverings in a fluid motion. His massive girthy cock springing, the azure length veined and throbbing, tip beaded with precum and his knot already swelling at the base like a promise of lock and claim.

Your eyes widened at the sight, a flicker of instinctive awe and apprehension mixing with the haze of lust but he was already positioning himself, the blunt head nudging your soaked folds.

"Shh, baby, your alpha's got you." He soothed with tenderness in his tone as he rocked forward, breaching you inch by torturous inch.

The stretch was intense, your virgin walls yielding reluctantly to his size. A sharp sting giving way to burning fullness that had you gasping with your nails raking down his back.

"Fuck, so big." You whined, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the taut muscles of his ass as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours.

The bulge of his cock visible under the soft plane of your belly, it was an obscene distension that made him groan in dark delight.

"Look at that." He panted pressing a hand over the swell, feeling himself inside you. "Taking me like a perfect omega. Feel how deep I am? This is how I claimed you, filled you up, and made you mine."

He rolled his hips experimentally, grinding against that spot within, drawing a moan from your depths.

You nodded frantically, lost in the sensation, the pain forgotten as pleasure bloomed anew. "Yours... Lo’ak, move please."

He obliged with a savage thrust, setting a brutal rhythm. Pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in, the slap of skin on skin mingling with your cries and his grunts. His knot bumped your entrance with each drive, swelling further, slick easing the way as your body wept for him, coating his length in glistening sheen. He fucked you like a beast unleashed, one hand braced beside your head, the other kneading your breast and pinching the dusky nipple until it pebbled under his filthy touch.

"That's it, scream for your alpha." He demanded, voice rough with need, leaning down to capture your mouth in another messy kiss.

He swallowed your moans as he pounded deeper, the bulge shifting with every plunge. Sweat slicked your bodies, his stripes glistening under the faint light, muscles rippling with each powerful snap of his hips.bThe coil tightened again, faster this time, your walls rippling around him as he chased his own release.

"Gonna knot you, baby. Lock us together, flood this tight pussy with my seed. Remember how it feels?" His words were a dark incantation, pushing you toward the edge.

"Knot me, alpha!" You cried, climax ripping through you like lightning, vision whiting out as you clenched around him milking his cock with rhythmic pulses.

Lo’ak growled, hips stuttering as his knot caught, popping past your rim with a wet pop, sealing him inside as hot spurts of cum painted your walls. The pressure was immense, your tummy bulging further from the sheer volume. He ground against you prolonging the bliss until you both shuddered in aftershocks. Panting, he nuzzled your neck, fangs scraping the tender gland there.

"Mine forever." He whispered possessively before sinking his teeth in a claiming bite that broke skin, bonding your scent and soul without the neural link he deliberately avoided.

No tsaheylu tonight. That would come later when his lies were ironclad, concrete, and unbreakable.

The pain-pleasure mix drew a gasp from you but instinct took over. Your own fangs finding his shoulder biting down in reciprocal mark, sealing the bond with your bite.

As the haze cleared, affection bloomed in your chest, his words echoing truer now. You nuzzled into him with his knot still keeping you locked, your fingers tracing the fresh mark on his skin, believing—starting to believe—the story of your shared past.

"Lo’ak... my alpha." You murmured softly, body lax and sated in his arms, the manipulative victory complete for now.

Lo’ak’s grin widened as your words hung in the humid air of the marui.

My alpha.

It was the echo of every fevered dream that had haunted him since the first glimpse of your human form amid the Omatikaya’s shadows, that intoxicating blend of vulnerability and fire drawing him in like a moth to your flame. All the calculated steps, the whispered deceptions, the nights of restrained longing, they’d led to this moment, his obsession crystallizing into reality.

His heart hammered against his ribs, a wild drumbeat syncing with the subtle throb of your shared bites, while his tail snaked around the supple curve of your thigh, coiling possessively to anchor you closer. The lean muscles of his arm flexed as he leaned in, lips brushing the fresh puncture on your neck in a featherlight kiss, the metallic tang of your mingled blood still faint on his tongue.

"I love you so damn much, baby." He murmured, voice rough with unfiltered emotion, the confession spilling out like a dam breaking.

Back in the Omatikaya, he’d swallowed those words a thousand times, fearing your casual arrangement would shatter under the weight of his truth. But now, with your body marked as his, your scent woven irrevocably into his own, he could unleash it all shamelessly.

A soft smile curved your lips, eyes fluttering shut as the combined aroma of your scent enveloped you like a soothing mist, rich with alpha claim and omega surrender. It lulled you into slumber, your breathing evening out against the woven fibers of the sleeping mat, limbs lax in the afterglow.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away, tracing the delicate fan of your lashes against your cheeks, the gentle swell of your mouth still swollen from his kisses, the way your chest rose and fell in rhythmic peace.

He was one lucky bastard he thought, a possessive heat blooming in his gut. He’d never release this hold. He would weave every lie and every touch into an unbreakable chain to keep you forever. With a contented sigh, he pulled you flush against his side, the warmth of your skin seeping into his and drifted off with a rare genuine smile softening his features.

Hours slipped by in the dappled light filtering through the marui’s entrance and you stirred to the sensation of warm lips trailing feather-soft kisses along the slope of your shoulders, each press igniting faint sparks along your nerves. Lo’ak’s breath was hot against your skin, his body a solid wall of heat spooned behind you.

"Hi, baby." He whispered, voice husky from sleep, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I’m just gonna get food for us. You can sleep more."

You nodded sleepily, a murmur of agreement escaping as his mouth captured yours in a lewd lingering kiss. His tongue teasing the seam of your lips before delving in with lazy hunger, leaving you breathless and boneless. As he pulled away, you sank back into the haze, eyelids heavy.

Lo’ak lingered for a beat, his eyes raking over you with unbridled satisfaction to the vivid red of the bite mark blooming against your azure skin, the serene beauty of your face in repose, and the tantalizing dip of your waist flaring into generous hips that still bore the faint imprints of his grip.

"My pretty omega." He breathed, a dark thrill underscoring the words, before rising as he donned a simple loincloth.

Stepping out into the morning bustle of Awa’atlu, his face split into the widest unapologetic grin, the claiming bite on his neck on full display like a badge of conquest.

The salty breeze ruffled his braids as he made his way to the communal breakfast area, where woven platforms overflowed with fresh catches and fruits under the watchful eyes of the clan. His family clustered around one such table, the air filled with the chatter of siblings and the clink of shells.

Lo’ak approached with that same beaming expression, grabbing two broad leaf-plates and loading them methodically with succulent slices of fish grilled with reef herbs for your sensitive palate, clusters of tart berries you’d once shyly admitted craving, and tender kelp wraps stuffed with spiced meats. Every choice was deliberate, a caretaker’s instinct laced with his obsessive need to provide.

Spider, perched cross-legged with a skewer in hand, caught sight of the mark first, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Yo, bro? You’re her alpha now?" He blurted, voice laced with teasing curiosity.

Neteyam shot him a sharp glare, hand clamping over Spider’s mouth mid-sentence while Kiri hissed a quick "Shh!"—both siblings’ gazes darting to little Tuk who blinked innocently over her bowl of fruit mash, oblivious to the undercurrents.

Jake and Neytiri exchanged a loaded glance across the table but neither spoke. Lo’ak merely flashed a serene smile, plates balanced effortlessly, and turned away without a word, his stride purposeful.

The path back to your marui wound through swaying palms and tide pools but halfway there, a familiar voice halted him.

"Lo’ak, I haven’t seen you since yesterday." Tsireya said, emerging from a cluster of huts, her frame poised with concern. "I was so worried when me and Tuk left you and Neteyam during the attack."

He paused, the realization hitting like a forgotten shadow. She’d slipped his mind entirely in the whirlwind of his victory and your presence. Her eyes, wide and searching, flicked to the jagged bite on his neck, then flared at the unfamiliar sweet feminine undertone threading through his scent.

"Why do you smell like that... and why do you have a bite mark?" She asked, voice cracking with dawning hurt, her hands twisting in the hem of her top.

Lo’ak met her gaze steadily, his tone calm and unyielding like a wall of finality. "It’s from my omega."

Her breath hitched, confusion twisting her features. "What do you mean my omega? You don’t have... I’m your—"

"I thought she was gone forever but I found her yesterday when saving Spider." He cut in with voice even, the lie about your history slipping seamlessly into place.

"What—" Tsireya’s world tilted, the vibrant hues of the reef blurring as rejection sank in like venom.

Just days prior, his touches and shared laughs had sparked hope in her chest, a budding bond she’d nurtured. Now, it crumbled to dust before an invisible rival.

"I’m sorry, Tsireya." Lo’ak continued, his words measured but cold, devoid of the warmth he’d feigned before. "I never planned to be with you. I was just doing all of that to make my family think I’m trying to move on from her. But now that she’s back, there’s no reason to. I’m not letting her go."

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over in glistening trails down her face, her chest heaving with the sting of loss to this faceless woman.

Who was she to steal him so completely? To rob me of being Lo’ak’s omega?

Her lips parted in a silent plea but he was already turning away.

"You are beautiful and everything that an alpha could want." He added, almost as an afterthought, his voice flat with disinterest. "But it’s just not me. I am hers."

He left her standing there rooted in heartbreak, hurrying back to the marui with the plates warm in his hands. All he craved now was to care for you, his omega, his everything. Feeding you and binding you tighter with every act of devotion.

Lo'ak slipped back into the marui, the woven entrance flap whispering shut behind him, carrying the savory aroma of grilled fish and fresh berries on the breeze. His eyes softened at the sight of you, still curled in the nest of furs and mats, your form rising and falling in the deep even breaths of sleep. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, warm and possessive, as he set the leaf-plates down on a low shelf carved from coral.

My cock must've really worn her out last night.

He thought, a lewd spark igniting in his gaze as memories of your slick heat clenching around him flooded back, the way your walls had fluttered in surrender and milking every thrust until you shattered beneath him.

He approached with silent steps and knelt beside you. Leaning in, he began to pepper your face with tender kisses. First the smooth arch of your brow, then the high plane of your cheekbone, lingering on the plush curve of your lower lip before brushing featherlight across your eyelids. Each press of his mouth was deliberate, infused with the musky depth of his alpha scent, stirring you from slumber like a gentle tide.

Your lashes fluttered open, hazy with remnants of dreams, and you met his intense golden eyes, framed by the intricate braids that cascaded over his broad shoulders.

"You need to eat." He murmured, voice a husky caress, laced with unwavering command and affection as he gathered a piece of flaky fish between his fingers and the steam rising in lazy curls.

Propped on one elbow, you felt the pleasant ache between your thighs, a reminder of his dominance but his care wrapped around you like a protective cocoon. He brought the morsel to your lips, watching with rapt hunger as you parted them, your tongue darting out to taste the spiced flesh.

Bite by bite he fed you, his free hand tracing idle patterns along the line of your collarbone, dipping lower to skim the swell of your breast, thumb circling the pebbled peak through the thin fabric of your top. The berries came next, their juice bursting tart and sweet on your tongue, a drop escaping to trail down your chin. He caught it with his thumb, sucking it clean with a wicked glint in his eye, his tail flicking lazily against your calf.

As the plates emptied for you, a satisfied hum escaped him but he made no move to touch his own food, too entranced by the way your throat worked with each swallow.

"You should eat too." You said softly, reaching for a skewer, your voice threaded with concern and a budding warmth that mirrored his devotion. "I can feed myself."

He shook his head firmly, capturing your wrist in his large palm, the calluses from years of archery rough against your softer flesh.

"No, baby." He replied, tone brooking no argument, eyes darkening with obsessive fervor. "I have to take care of my omega first. That's my job. Keeping you fed, safe, and satisfied. Always."

His words sent a flutter through your chest, a sweet ache blooming there as you realized how deeply you believed him now. How his presence made the world feel secure, his alpha essence seeping into every corner of your being. You liked this, being his omega, cherished and commanded in equal measure.

When your belly was full and rounded slightly from the meal, he gazed down at it with a soft predatory smile. His big hand splaying wide over the taut skin just below your navel with his fingers curling possessively. The warmth of his touch seeped through, stirring a low heat in your core.

"Soon, there'll be a baby in here." He whispered, voice thick with longing and raw desire, his thumb stroking in slow circles that hinted at the life he envisioned swelling within you.

Heat flooded your cheeks, a blush painting your features in a darker hue as you rolled your eyes swatting at his hand with playful exasperation, though your pulse quickened at the intimate promise.

"Lo'ak." You chided half-laughing, the sound light and breathless, your fingers lingering on his for a moment longer than necessary.

He laughed then, a deep joyous sound that vibrated through his chest, finally turning to his plate. He devoured the remnants with quick efficiency but his eyes never strayed far from you, drinking in the way your hair tumbled in loose waves over your shoulders and along the arch of your neck where his mark still throbbed faintly.

In the days that followed, Lo'ak's obsession manifested in every fiber of his being in a relentless tide of love and lewd attentiveness that left you breathless and adored.

He moved into your marui that very afternoon, his few possessions of woven hammock, his ikran saddle, and a carved bead necklace he'd made in secret had been transported with the help of Neteyam who casted knowing glances but said nothing. The space, once solitary and echoing, now hummed with his presence. His scent saturating the air, a heady mix of salt-kissed ocean and primal alpha musk that clung to the walls marking it as yours together.

You woke each morning to his body curled around yours, his bulge pressing insistently against the cleft of your ass in a morning ritual of grinding and teasing whispers before he'd pull away with a groan, insisting on preparing your bath instead.

"Let me wash you, omega." He'd say, voice gravelly with restraint, guiding you to the shallow basin filled with warmed reef water scented with healing herbs.

His hands lathered your skin, sliding over the firm globes of your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples to stiff peaks. Then down the dip of your waist, kneading the plush give of your hips then between your thighs, fingers parting your folds to cleanse the lingering slick from the night before. His breath hitching as you arched into his touch.

"So fucking perfect." He'd growl nipping at your ear but he'd stop short of more, saving his hunger for later as always to ensure you felt clean, pampered, and desired.

The clan's expectations for uturu weighed on you at first. The tasks assigned to earn your keep was weaving nets from dried kelp, gathering edible seaweed from the shallows, and repairing the communal fishing spears. But Lo'ak intercepted them all, his cunning alpha nature weaving through your routine like a shadow.

The first time you rose early, determined to contribute, slipping out to the weaving circle where the elders nodded approvingly at your arrival. Your fingers fumbled with the tough fibers, the sun warming the freckled expanse of your shoulders as you worked. He appeared like a storm cloud, all coiled energy and unyielding resolve, his frame cutting through the group.

"I've got this." He announced to the weavers, voice casual but edged with alpha authority, taking the half-started net from your hands.

His biceps bunched as he demonstrated a twist, eyes locking on yours with a silent command.

Let me.

You protested, cheeks warming under the curious stares. "Lo'ak, I can do it. It's my responsibility."

But he leaned close, breath hot against your temple as he murmured. "I know you can but why do it when I can do it for you? Let me handle it."

His tail brushed your ankle in a possessive sweep and despite your half-hearted grumble, a thrill coursed through you from the ease of being cared for settling like a balm.

By evening, the net was finished. His work, flawless and swift, delivered anonymously to the stores, the elders praising your “diligence” while you hid a smile behind your hand. He returned to the marui triumphant, scooping you into his arms with a filthy grin, his hips grinding against yours as he backed you toward the mat.

"See? All done. Now, spread those pretty legs for me. I've been thinking about your tight little pussy all day." His kisses were fierce then, claiming your mouth as he stripped you bare, worshipping every inch with his tongue until you were sobbing his name and your slick coating his chin.

The seaweed gathering was next, a dawn excursion to the tidal pools where the waves lapped at your ankles. You waded in, the cool water kissing the calves of your legs, basket in hand, when his voice called from the shore.

"Wait up, baby."

He dove in, water sluicing over the defined ridges of his abdomen, emerging to take the basket with a playful splash that dotted your chest.

"Too dangerous out here alone." He lied smoothly, though the pools were shallow and safe, his hand lingering on the curve of your lower back as he foraged instead.

You splashed him in retaliation, laughing as he growled and tackled you into the shallows, his body pinning yours against the sandy bottom, his erection throbbing against your thigh.

"Keep teasing and I'll fuck you right here." He warned nipping your jaw but he relented, filling the basket twice over before carrying you back, your protests melting into contented sighs at his insistence.

Spear repair became a quiet evening ritual he'd claim for himself in the dim glow of the marui's lanterns. You'd sit nearby, legs tucked under you, watching the play of muscles across his back as he sharpened the tips with a whetstone, the rhythmic scrape filling the air.

"I want to help." You say one night reaching for a dulled blade but he'd catch your hand, pulling you into his lap instead, his arousal evident as it nestled against your core.

"No lifting a finger, remember?" He rumble, voice laced with obsession, guiding your arms around his neck as he kissed you deeply, the spear forgotten until morning where he finished it in the dead of night while you slept.

Day by day, his care wove deeper, an unbreakable bond of obsession and tenderness as your alpha. He'd hunt extra fish just to watch you eat from his hand, murmur filthy promises about filling you with his seed while massaging your feet after a day of rest he'd enforced. You believed every word now, embraced the role of his omega with a quiet joy. Your body and heart yielding to the man who tended you like a sacred flame.

Now, the sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the waves in strokes of molten gold as you and Kiri strolled along the beach, the salty breeze tugging at your braided hair and cooling the flushed warmth of your cheeks. Your bare feet sank into the soft compacted sand, each step a rhythmic whisper against the shore, and you couldn't help but smile at the way the wind carried hints of distant blooms and ocean spray.

It had been a full day without sight of Lo'ak, his absence a nagging void in your chest and you hoped this walk might lead you to him. You had grown quite close to Lo’ak’s siblings especially Kiri and Tuk over the days. Now Kiri's easy company was a welcome distraction as she chattered about the clan's latest weaving patterns, her form swaying gracefully beside you, her tail flicking idly in the air.

Your gaze wandered ahead, scanning the clusters of palms and the figures dotting the shoreline, until it snagged on a familiar silhouette.

Lo'ak's broad back, the taut lines of his shoulders flexing under his sun-kissed skin. But it was the woman facing him that halted your breath, a striking Na'vi with intricate shell beads woven into her dark hair, her full lips curved in a smile, eyes sparkling like polished abalone under the fading light. She stood too close, her hand brushing his arm in a way that twisted something sharp in your gut.

"Who's that with him?" You asked Kiri, your voice light but edged with a tremor you couldn't quite mask, the words slipping out as your heart began to pound against your ribs.

Kiri's steps faltered, her expressive eyes widening for a split second before she glanced away. The hesitation carving a line of worry across your chest like a fresh wound. She bit her lower lip, the plump curve paling slightly under her teeth before sighing softly.

"That's Tsireya." She said finally, her tone gentle but reluctant as if the name itself carried weight. "The Olo'eyktan's daughter. She's... well, she likes Lo'ak. Spent a lot of time with him before you came back into his life. Teaching him the ways of the water, diving together, that sort of thing."

She paused, reaching out to squeeze your arm, her touch warm and reassuring against your cooler skin.

"But don't worry, okay? Lo'ak's in love with you. Completely. What you two have... it's different. Real."

You forced a smile, the corners of your mouth lifting in a brittle curve that didn't reach your eyes but inside, a storm brewed. You didn't like it, the way she leaned into his space. Being his omega meant trust and devotion but this? This felt like a crack in the foundation he'd so carefully built around you.

Tsireya's gaze lifted then, peering over Lo'ak's shoulder, and her expression shifted in an instant. From warm amusement to a cool assessing stare that pinned you in place. Her high cheekbones sharpened with the change, lips pressing into a thin line as a flicker of resentment darkened her ocean-blue eyes.

So this must be her, the one who stole Lo'ak from me.

Lo'ak turned at her subtle stiffening, his head whipping around with that instinctive alertness of his and his eyes locked onto yours. His reaction intense and surprised, a flash of warmth breaking through before confusion clouded them.

You mustered another smile, tighter this time, the knowledge of their past turning it forced and fragile. Your fingers clenching at your sides as the breeze whipped strands of your hair across your face.

"Baby." He said, voice dropping to that husky timbre laced with affection and a hint of wariness, striding toward you with his long purposeful gait. "What are you doing here?"

Kiri stepped forward smoothly, her hand linking with yours in a subtle show of solidarity, sensing the strain in your forced grin.

"We were just hanging out." She interjected lightly, her tone casual but protective as her eyes darted between you and Lo'ak. "Walking the beach, enjoying the air."

Lo'ak nodded, his focus solely on you now, reaching out as if to pull you close but you held back just enough to keep the distance.

"Come on, let's head back to the marui." He suggested, voice softening with that possessive edge, glancing over his shoulder at Tsireya who watched the exchange with an intensity that bordered on glare, her arms crossing over her chest.

You waved goodbye to Kiri, a quick flick of your hand that she returned with an encouraging nod, before falling into step beside Lo'ak.

The path back wound through swaying ferns and over low dunes, the air growing thicker with the scent of evening blooms but silence stretched between you like a taut bowstring. Each step amplified the upset feeling churning in your belly especially as a faint floral note wafted from him. It was delicate and feminine, like crushed petals and sea salt and nothing like his own earthy musk. It clung to his skin, insidious and accusing.

Tsireya.

You thought, the name bitter on your tongue even unspoken.

"Baby, are you okay?" Lo'ak asked after a few minutes, his brow furrowing as he glanced sidelong at you, the sharp angles of his face softening with concern, one hand hovering near your elbow without touching. "Why so quiet? Talk to me."

You stopped abruptly, the sand shifting under your feet and turned to face him, your eyes narrowing as the words tumbled out in a rush of frustration.

"You were gone the whole day. The whole day only for me to find you with another woman." You accused, voice rising with the hurt you'd bottled up, your chest heaving as you gestured sharply toward the beach you both left behind.

His eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing his features before he shook his head vehemently, stepping closer.

"Baby, she’s nothing to me." He insisted, tone pleading and urgent, his hands rising as if to cup your face but dropping when you flinched back.

"Are you sure? You can’t even be honest to me with your past." You shot back, your voice cracking with anger, the floral scent hitting you again like a slap making your nostrils flare in hurt and anger at the thought of how he got her scent all over him. "Kiri told me everything. How she likes you, how you two were always together before me and you fucking smell like her, Lo'ak. Like her goddamn scent all over you."

The argument ignited then, words flying like sparks from flint as you paced a tight circle, your tail lashing behind you in agitation.

"Don't touch me." You snapped when he reached for you again, his fingers grazing your shoulder, the contact sending a conflicted shiver through you despite everything. "Not while you reek of another omega. It's fucking embarrassing Lo'ak and insensitive as hell. Spending your day wrapped up with someone who wants you like that when I'm here unaware. What if it was reversed? What if I was off laughing with some other alpha who liked me all day, letting his scent mark me? How would you feel?"

His face twisted at the hypothetical question, fury flashing in his eyes like a sudden storm, his jaw clenching so hard the tendons stood out along his neck with his fists balling at his sides. The thought alone ignited a dark possessiveness in him, a growl rumbling low in his throat, his alpha instincts flaring at the mere idea of you with anyone else.

"Don't even say that." He snarled, voice thick with barely restrained rage, stepping into your space despite your warning, his breath coming in sharp bursts. "I'd lose my mind, baby, I'd tear him apart. You're mine. No one else gets to touch you, scent you, or fucking look at you like that."

But his pleading followed the anger, his tone shifting to desperate supplication as he raked a hand through his braids, his eyes searching yours with raw vulnerability.

"Please, listen to me. It wasn't like that, I swear on Eywa. She cornered me and nothing more. I don't want her, I want you. Only you. Let me explain first, baby. Don't shut me out." He reached again, slower this time, his large palm hovering near your cheek, his thumb trembling with the need to soothe his omega.

You pulled away, the hurt too fresh and too raw, your arms wrapping around your midriff as if to shield yourself.

"No." You whispered voice breaking, turning toward the marui without another word, the silence falling heavy as you walked the rest of the way alone in spirit even with him trailing behind.

Ever since, the marui had become a battlefield of unspoken words, your silent treatment a wall he battered against with increasing desperation.

You moved through the days like a ghost in your own home. Preparing simple meals but eating apart from him, your back turned as you sat cross-legged on the mat, the curve of your spine rigid under the thin weave of your top. Your affections also evaporated, no more curling into his warmth at night, no lingering touches or shared glances. You'd slip into the nest alone, pulling the furs tight around your body, ignoring the way his eyes tracked your every motion, dark and hungry with yearning.

Lo'ak unraveled in the shadows of your withdrawal, his obsession twisting into a desperate dark fervor that shadowed his every step. He'd pace the marui at dawn, his frame coiled with tension, the defined planes of his chest rising and falling in agitated breaths as he watched you stir.

"Baby, please." He murmured one morning, voice hoarse from a night of pleading into the void, kneeling at the edge of the nest, his fingers itching to trace the slope of your hip but withdrawing at your stiff silence.

The air thickened with his alpha scent, musky and laced with frustration, a plea in itself but you turned away, your heart aching even as your stubborn pride held firm.

By evening, his desperation peaked, the dark undercurrent of his love surfacing in the way he cornered you gently against the woven wall. His body heat enveloping you like a cage of longing, the hard line of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh despite the chasm between you.

"You're killing me, omega." He growl softly, lips brushing your ear in a ghost of a kiss, his breath ragged. "So stubborn, not even letting me explain the truth. I need you, your touch, your voice. Don't make me beg like this."

But you'd slip away, leaving him aching, his eyes burning with a possessive fire that promised he'd do anything—anything—to shatter your resolve and reclaim what was his.

Now, Lo'ak's frustration simmered like a storm trapped in his chest, every fiber of his being coiled tight as he slumped against the woven wall of the marui, the dim glow of the light casting flickering shadows across his tense jawline. His legs stretched out before him, thighs flexing restlessly against the floor mats while his fingers drummed an erratic rhythm on his knee.

You'd ignored his every gesture, the meals he prepared with trembling hands, the soft murmurs of apology that hung unanswered in the air, the way he'd trail after you like a shadow, desperate for even a glance. It had been days of this torture, your silence a blade twisting deeper with each passing hour and now as the evening deepened into night, the marui felt emptier than ever without your presence.

He pushed to his feet abruptly, the muscles in his back rippling under his skin as he ducked through the entrance, the humid air outside doing little to cool the heat of his agitation. The paths of Awa'atlu wound like veins through the village, lanterns swaying gently in the breeze but Lo'ak's sharp eyes scanned every cluster of figures and every hidden nook for you, his tail flicking with impatience.

It wasn't until he rounded a bend near the communal fires that he nearly collided with Neteyam and Spider, the two lounging against a cluster of smooth boulders and sharing a strip of smoked fish.

"It's like we haven't seen you in days, skxwang." Neteyam teased, his voice light but his golden eyes narrowed at the storm cloud etched on Lo'ak's face, clapping a hand on his brother's shoulder.

The touch was firm and grounding, Neteyam's broad frame steady as ever, the faint scars from old skirmishes tracing faint lines along his arms. Spider, perched cross-legged tilted his head, catching the rigid set of Lo'ak's shoulders.

"Where are you even going anyway?" He asked, his features scrunched in curiosity, the freckles across his nose standing out against his flushed skin.

Lo'ak growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest as he dropped onto a nearby stone, the cool surface doing nothing to temper the fire in his veins. He raked a hand over his face, braids shifting with the motion revealing the sharp hollows of his cheeks hollowed by sleepless nights.

"Looking for (Y/N),' he muttered, voice rough and edged with exhaustion. "She's been ignoring me for days. Won't even hear me out."

Neteyam exchanged a glance with Spider before settling beside him, the stone scraping under his weight. "What happened, bro? Spill it."

Lo'ak exhaled sharply, leaning forward with elbows on his knees, the tendons in his forearms standing out as he clenched his fists. He recounted it all, the beach encounter, your accusing glare, the way your voice had cracked with hurt as you called out the floral scent clinging to him, your refusal to let him touch you and the wall of silence that followed.

"She thinks I was... with Tsireya. Like it meant something. I tried explaining but she just shuts down. Turns away every time."

Spider shrugged, popping the last bit of fish into his mouth, his lean frame shifting as he wiped his hands on his shorts. "I mean if I was her, I'd react the same. Who would be happy if they saw their alpha with another omega and one who likes him at that? Smelling like her? That's a gut punch."

Neteyam shook his head, his long braids swaying with the motion, expression thoughtful as he traced a finger along the stone's edge. "Why were you even with Tsireya anyways? You know how that looks."

Lo'ak groaned, throwing his head back to stare at the starry canopy above, the frustration twisting his features into a grimace.

"I wasn't with her. The reason I was gone all day was diving past the outer reefs, gathering these iridescent shells for a bracelet. For (Y/N). Thought it'd surprise her, make her smile." He paused, voice dropping to a bitter rumble. "When I surfaced, Tsireya showed up with Ao'nung. He was hauling these shawls, all soaked in her scent from some weaving session or from wearing them, I don’t fucking know. Someone called him away and the idiot dumped the whole pile on me. I was drenched in it. Told her to take them back, that I'm not her errand boy but she refused all haughty. So I dropped them right there on the sand. That's exactly when (Y/N) and Kiri walked up.'

Neteyam let out a low whistle, leaning back on his hands, the muscles in his biceps flexing subtly. "Yeah, no wonder she flipped. Total misunderstanding."

Spider nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Explains the scent bomb. You gotta tell her that, man. Clear the air because for sure she thought you let Tsireya all over you because of her scent."

Unbeknownst to the trio, hidden in the fronds of nearby palms, two figures eavesdropped from separate shadows. You crouched low behind a thick fern, your heart pounding as Lo'ak's words washed over you, the tension in your shoulders easing like a knot finally unraveling. The truth hit you square, he'd been out there for you, crafting something beautiful from the sea's depths, and Tsireya's meddling had twisted it into betrayal. Guilt flooded in hot and heavy, your cheeks burning as you pressed a hand to your chest feeling the rapid flutter beneath your skin.

I've been such a bitch.

Days of cold shoulders, of denying him the warmth he craved, all for nothing. Tonight, you'd make it up to him. You will crawl into his arms, whisper apologies against his neck, and let your bodies mend what words had broken. A soft smile curved your lips, the first genuine one in days, as you slipped away quietly, your steps light with anticipation, the sway of your hips carrying a newfound eagerness.

Tsireya, however, lingered in the underbrush on the opposite side, her form rigid as stone, ears perked to every syllable. Her fingers dug into the bark of a tree, nails scraping faint grooves as Spider's chuckle cut through the air.

"Looks like you lying about being her alpha at first really worked in your favor, bro."

Neteyam chuckled too, patting Lo'ak's shoulder with a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure you'll work it out with her. Just lay it all out, truth's the only way."

They delved deeper into the conversation, voices low as they dissected the fallout, Lo'ak's responses laced with raw yearning but Tsireya's world narrowed to that one revelation. Her eyes widened, a predatory glint igniting in their depths, lips parting in a silent gasp.

Lied.

The word echoed, fueling a dark resolve within her. She'd tell you and twist it just enough to shatter the fragile bond to drive you away so she could claim what was rightfully hers. Lo'ak had been hers first before your shadow darkened his path.

Your excitement bubbled as you hurried along the winding path back to the marui, the night air cool against your flushed skin, your tail curling in subtle joy at the thought of Lo'ak's surprised delight.

But then, a figure stepped into your path. Tsireya, her posture straight and unyielding, the shells in her hair glinting like accusations under the moonlight.

You rolled your eyes, the warmth in your chest souring instantly and sidestepped to move past her, the curve of your waist brushing the air.

She blocked you again, her hand shooting out to grip your arm, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above your elbow, her touch cold and insistent.

"Wait. You need to hear this." She said, her tone laced with false sympathy, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear. "I overheard Lo'ak just now. Telling his brothers everything."

You froze, the words tumbling from her like venom, each one striking deeper. She wove the truth she'd gleaned. You, once a fragile human tawtute, Lo'ak chasing your heels through the Omatikaya forests, your rejections stinging him until the RDA's raid claimed your life in a hail of fire.

"But they brought you back." She continued, voice dripping with mock pity, gesturing to your form, the fuller swell of your breasts rising with each shallow breath, the exotic plumpness of your hips a remnant of your origins. "A memory shoved into this recom shell. And Lo'ak? He lied from the start. Pretended to be your alpha to keep you from fighting for the RDA again. Said it was the only way to control you."

She twisted the knife further, her lie seamless.

"Before you came back, he was courting me. Whispering promises under the waves. You're just a replacement, a ghost he clings to out of guilt."

The world tilted, information crashing over you like a rogue wave, your vision blurring at the edges as betrayal clawed up your throat. Your hands trembled, nails biting into your palms, the betrayal hot and furious as it erased the guilt in a blaze of rage.

Lied.

The word echoed, shattering the trust you'd rebuilt. You wouldn't forgive this, not the deception, not the manipulation that had woven you into his web.

"Get out of my way." You hissed, voice breaking as you wrenched free, stumbling back when a wave of dizziness swirled in your head like the tide pulling at your feet.

Tsireya's smug smile lingered, her high cheekbones sharpening with triumph, arms crossing over her chest as she watched you falter.

You turned to flee her gaze, legs unsteady on the uneven path but the world spun violently in your dizzy and disoriented state, your foot caught on a jutting root. You slipped, the ground rushing up, your temple cracking against a jagged stone with a sickening thud, pain exploding in white-hot bursts as darkness edged your vision.

Lo'ak's head snapped up at a distant commotion, his instincts flaring as he bolted from the stone. Neteyam and Spider on his heels, their footsteps pounding through the undergrowth. They burst into the clearing to find you crumpled on the path, blood trickling from a gash above your eye staining the sand and Tsireya standing frozen nearby, her face paling at their arrival.

Fury ignited in Lo'ak's chest, a roar building in his throat as he dropped to his knees beside you, his large hands gentle yet urgent as they scooped you up, cradling your limp form against his chest. The warmth of your body seeping into his skin like a lifeline.

"What the hell did you do?" He snarled at Tsireya, eyes blazing with unchecked rage, the veins in his neck bulging as he held you closer, your head lolling against his shoulder.

He was pissed. A dark possessive storm ready to unleash but you needed him now, not his vengeance.

Not losing you again, not to death, not to anyone.

Your eyelids fluttered weakly, a soft groan escaping your lips as pain throbbed through your skull.

"Lo'ak." You whispered, voice faint and slurred, your fingers twitching against his arm, seeking the solid anchor of his presence despite the chaos in your heart.

"I'm here, baby." He murmured, voice thick with emotion, pressing his forehead to yours briefly, his breath ragged as he rose carrying you effortlessly toward the healer's marui.

Neteyam barking orders to clear the way while Spider shot Tsireya a glare. Ronal awaited, her skilled hands already preparing herbs and salves, the Tsahik's stern gaze softening only fractionally, not knowing her own daughter was involved in this.

Lo'ak laid you down on the soft pallet, his hand never leaving yours, thumb stroking the delicate veins on your wrist in a rhythm of desperate reassurance.

The healer's marui hummed with the sharp tang of medicinal herbs, the air thick and cloying as Ronal's deft fingers probed the gash on your temple.

You lay motionless on the woven pallet, your chest rising and falling in shallow rhythms. Unconsciousness held you in its grip, your full lips parted slightly, the soft swell of your breasts straining against the thin fabric of your top with each breath, oblivious to the storm brewing around you.

Lo'ak hovered at the edge, his broad shoulders hunched, the sinews in his arms taut as he gripped your hand, his knuckles whitening.

Spider and Neteyam slipped in behind him, their footsteps hushed on the reed mats, the tension in the space coiling tighter.

Spider leaned close, his voice a urgent whisper against Lo'ak's ear, breath hot and conspiratorial. "Bro, you have to hear this. We interrogated Tsireya on what happened out there."

Lo'ak's gaze never left your still form but his jaw clenched, a low rumble building in his chest as Spider spilled the details.

Tsireya's venomous words, the twisted truths about your human past, the RDA raid, your death and revival, the fabricated claim of him as your alpha to leash your loyalties. She'd even invented a courtship between them, painting you as a mere interloper in his affections.

"She dumped all that on her, man. Right before she slipped and hit her head."

Fury ignited in Lo'ak's veins like liquid fire, his tail lashing sharply, the muscles in his thighs bunching as he straightened to his full height, eyes narrowing to slits of obsidian rage.

Fucking Tsireya. She nearly ruined everything.

The careful web of lies and devotion he'd spun to bind you to him, the nights of whispered manipulations and heated touches that had finally made you his. One slip, one jealous outburst, and it could all crumble. His fists balled at his sides as he seethed, the veins forking along his forearms like rivers of wrath.

Ronal's sharp intake of breath cut through the haze, her eyes widening as she pressed a palm to your abdomen. She turned to Lo'ak, her voice laced with accusation and awe. "Did you know she is with a child?"

The words slammed into him, a dual strike of elation and blistering anger.

A child—his child—nestled within you, a living tether forged from their stolen intimacies. Joy surged through him, imagining the swell of your belly under his hands, the life you both created in the throes of his dark hunger. But it twisted immediately into deeper fury. Tsireya had endangered them, you and the fragile spark growing inside, all because of her pathetic envy. Lo'ak's lips curled into a snarl, his chest heaving as he stormed from the marui without a word, the flap swinging violently in his wake.

He found her by the lagoon's edge, her frame silhouetted against the rippling water, the lines of her back tense as she stared into the depths.

Tsireya whirled at his approach, her wide eyes flickering with defiance that shattered under his glare. Lo'ak loomed over her, his presence a towering shadow, the heat radiating from his skin like a predator closing in.

"You better fucking pray to Eywa she wakes up." He hissed, voice low and lethal, each word dripping with venom as he jabbed a finger towards her, stopping just short of contact. "And that our baby is okay. Because if not, if you've harmed her or the life she's carrying because of your twisted jealousy, I'll ruin you. I'll tell everyone, the Tsahik, Tonowari, the whole clan of how you pushed her knowing she bore my child, all to steal what was never yours."

Tsireya recoiled, her breath hitching, the color draining from her face as the weight of his threat sank in.

For the first time, she glimpsed the abyss of his devotion to you. The unyielding shadowed love that consumed him, the darkness lurking beneath his fierce protectiveness. It wasn't just anger, it was years of vow etched in blood, promising devastation without remorse.

She stammered, backing away, her hands trembling at her sides but Lo'ak's expression remained carved from stone, unyielding and terrifying.

"Banishment." He continued, his tone a silken blade, stepping closer until she could feel the storm of his breath. "Even as the Olo'eyktan's daughter, that's what awaits you. Exiled, alone, for endangering an omega and her unborn. Pray, Tsireya. Pray hard."

He turned on his heel, leaving her shattered in the moonlight, the depth of his obsession laid bare like a wound to her broken heart.

Soon enough, five days blurred into a vigil of unyielding watchfulness, Lo'ak a constant sentinel at your side, his body a warm bulwark against the chill of the marui.

He refused food, his frame leaning against the pallet's edge, one hand always entwined with yours, thumb tracing the delicate ridges of your knuckles. Exhaustion etched faint lines under his eyes but his gaze burned with fervent intensity, willing you back from the void. The clan whispered of his devotion but he cared for none of it. Only you, only the child that sealed your fates.

On the fifth dawn your eyelids fluttered, the world seeping in through a haze of soft light and familiar scents.

Confusion clouded your thoughts, memories fracturing like scattered shells. Flashes of Lo'ak's arms around you, his claims of alpha and omega ringing true in your now rewired mind, the recent turmoil with Tsireya erased as if it had never been. Selective amnesia wove false certainties in your fragile mind. Of how he was yours, always had been, the bond unbreakable and real.

You stirred, a soft groan escaping as you shifted, the tender ache in your head pulsing, your fingers squeezing his instinctively.

Lo'ak's breath caught, a triumphant laugh bubbling up in his throat, suppressed into a tender rumble.

Eywa's blessing.

He marveled silently, the irony sharp and sweet as he revels in it. He had braced for ruin once you wake up, readied himself for rebuilding the lies from ash after Tsireya's sabotage but fate or perhaps his own relentless will had handed him victory again. As usual, the world had bent to keep you his.

He leaned in, his free hand cupping your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb brushing the plush curve of your lower lip, eyes gleaming with possessive relief.

"I'm glad you and our baby are okay, omega." He murmured, voice husky with emotion and laced with a dark undercurrent of finality.

You blinked up at him, brows furrowing in bewilderment, the fog in your mind parting just enough to register his words.

"Huh?" Your voice came out small, throat dry, as you glanced down at your abdomen, the subtle warmth there unfamiliar yet instinctively right.

Lo'ak's smile deepened into something feral and adoring as he shifted lower, his warm lips pressing a lingering kiss to the flat plane of your belly, just above the woven band of your loincloth. The touch sent a shiver through you, his breath fanning hot against your skin, igniting a spark of heat in your core.

"You're pregnant, baby." He whispered against you, the words a vow, before trailing upward, capturing your mouth in a deep claiming kiss.

His tongue swept in possessively, tasting of salt and unbridled want, his body pressing close, the hard lines of his chest molding to your softer contours. In that moment, as your lips parted under his, yielding to the flood of fabricated memories and rising desire, Lo'ak's mind thrummed with dark triumph.

Now she can never leave me.

This child would bind you tighter than any lie or bite. It will root you in him, body and soul. You'd always been his, from the first stolen glance in your human fragility to this rebirth and nothing, not Tsireya nor the truth, would ever change that.

The days following your awakening blurred into a haze of tender moments, Lo’ak's presence a constant unyielding anchor beside you.

His hands, callused yet gentle, guided every spoonful of fruit to your lips during meals, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. He scooped you up effortlessly at the slightest sign of fatigue, your legs dangling over his arm as he navigated the village paths, the solid wall of his torso pressing against your side.

"You're carrying our future now." He murmured, voice a low vibration against your ear, his tail curling possessively around your thigh.

You giggled swatting at his shoulder lightly, the sound bubbling up from your chest as you glanced down at your still-flat abdomen. "Lo’ak, I'm not even showing yet. Put me down before you strain yourself."

But he'd only flash that wicked grin, fangs glinting in the sunlight, his grip tightening just enough to send a thrill racing along your spine. "Never gonna happen, omega. You're mine to carry, mine to protect."

Neytiri's joy radiated like the first light of dawn, her features softening whenever she looked at you, one hand often resting reverently on your belly.

"My first grandchild." She whispered, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, drawing you into hugs that smelled of earth and wildflowers.

The family embraced the news with open arms. Jake's proud nods as he prayed that your father can see this, Kiri's knowing smiles, and Tuk's excited chatter. They were blissfully ignorant of the shadows Lo’ak had woven to claim you. Only Neteyam and Spider knew the full twisted truth, their glances at him laced with wary understanding but they held their silence, bound by loyalty to him and this newfound happiness.

Inside the spacious family marui, the air hummed with purposeful activity, the scent of fresh-cut wood mingling with the salty breeze drifting through the open sides.

You nestled against Lo’ak's side on a woven mat, his arm draped heavily over your shoulders, fingers idly tracing the slope of your collarbone.

Across the space, Jake hammered at interlocking branches, his broad back flexing with each strike as he shaped the crib's frame. Neteyam sanding the edges smooth with precise strokes while Spider assisted with twine bindings, his hands steady despite the Na’vi tools.

Nearby, Kiri and Tuk knelt over piles of soft fabrics, their nimble fingers weaving intricate patterns into tiny garments. Swaddling cloths dyed in oceanic blues, adorned with delicate shell beads that caught the light.

Neytiri hovered close to you, her form bending as she adjusted a pillow behind your back then pressed a cool leaf poultice to your forehead, fussing with the precision of a mother hen.

"You must rest more, little one. Eat this, it's good for the babe." She offered a slice of ripe mangrove fruit, juice dripping from its vibrant flesh.

Lo’ak chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling from his chest, vibrating through you where you leaned into him, his free hand splaying protectively over your hip.

"Ma, okay, okay—stop. I'm just gonna take her to the beach to breathe." His tone was light but his eyes held a possessive glint as he rose, scooping you into his arms without waiting for protest.

You snuggled instinctively into the warmth of his chest, your cheek nuzzling the firm planes of muscle beneath his skin, inhaling the musky spice of his scent that always grounded you.

He carried you effortlessly through the village, your arms looped around his neck, fingers threading through the braided strands of his hair as the marui faded behind. The path to the beach wound past swaying palms and soon the sand yielded softly under his feet.

Lo’ak lowered you onto a smooth boulder overlooking the waves, the sunset painting the sky in strokes of fiery orange and deepening purple, the gentle breeze whispering across your skin like a lover's caress, carrying the faint tang of salt and distant blooms. As you settled, legs tucked beneath you, the curve of your thighs pressing against the stone's warmth, Lo’ak's gaze flicked toward the distant figures on the shore.

Tsireya among them, her posture subdued and avoiding his direction. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, hidden as he turned back to you. She'd heeded his threat, slinking into the shadows like the coward she was.

Good. Doesn't matter anyway. If she so much as breathes wrong near my omega, I'll end her.

You sighed contentedly, tilting your head back to watch the colors bleed across the horizon, the breeze teasing loose strands of your hair across your cheeks.

"This is perfect." You murmured, voice soft with awe, reaching for his hand. "Thank you for bringing me here."

Lo’ak dropped to one knee beside you, his larger frame curling protectively around yours, one hand cupping the nape of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there.

"Anything for you, omega." He replied, his voice husky with raw emotion, eyes darkening as they roamed your face to the delicate fan of your lashes down to the plush bow of your lips. "I need you close always. Especially now."

He leaned in, nuzzling the crook of your shoulder, inhaling deeply. Your unique omega scent flooding his senses like a drug, sweet and intoxicating, laced with the subtle shift of early pregnancy.

Your breath hitched, a flush warming your cheeks as his nose trailed up to your jaw. "Lo'ak... what if someone sees?'"

But there was no real protest, only a breathless invitation as you turned your face toward him.

"Let them." He growled softly, fangs grazing your earlobe sending sparks down your spine. "You're mine. Let the whole clan know."

His hand slid to your kuru, fingers deftly uncoiling the neural braid, his own brushing against it tentatively.

"I want to share more with you. Tsaheylu, let me show you how deep this goes."

You nodded heart pounding, the vulnerability thrilling as your tendrils connected with a soft, electric hum.

The bond surged open but Lo’ak guided it with iron control, flooding your mind with curated visions. The heated press of his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck during your first claiming bite, the mark blooming like a brand of ownership. The lazy nights tangled in furs, his body spooned against yours, hands roaming the generous swell of your hips in reverent strokes. The raw frantic rutting where he'd buried himself deep, your slick coating his thighs as you arched beneath him, cries muffled against his shoulder. Lovey-dovey whispers in the dark, his lips mapping every curve of your fuller form. The way your breasts heaved with each gasp, the dip of your waist flaring to plush thighs that gripped him fiercely.

No shadows of deceit slipped through as he walled off the lies about your human origins, the withheld truths of your past death and revival, even Tsireya's poisonous revelations were all buried deep. Instead, you drowned in the purity of his obsession, the immense love that consumed him, a tidal wave of adoration crashing over you. He was your alpha, your everything, the bond pulsing with his devotion as he lets you feel it.

You are my life, omega. My breath, my heart.

Tears pricked your eyes as the connection deepened, your free hand clutching his arm, nails digging into the corded muscle. "Lo’ak... I see it. All of it. How you love me."

He broke the bond first panting slightly as he can feel the buried memories about to come to the front. His forehead pressing to yours, the world snapping back into focus with the crash of waves.

"Always." He vowed, voice rough with need, before capturing your mouth in a lewd devouring kiss.

His tongue plunged past your lips, tangling with yours in a slick messy dance, tasting the sweetness of the fruit from earlier as his hand fisted in your hair to angle you deeper. You moaned into him, body arching instinctively, the pebbled peaks of your nipples brushing his chest through the thin weave of your top.

He pulled back just enough to nip at your lower lip, eyes blazing with hunger. "Fuck, omega... I can't wait for your tits to swell even bigger with our child. Gonna bury my face in them, suck every drop of that sweet milk right out while you beg for more."

His words were filthy, growled against your skin as his hand palmed the soft mound of your breast, thumb circling the hardening bud through fabric eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

You whacked his chest playfully, laughter spilling out even as heat pooled low in your belly, your core clenching with a rush of slick that soaked your loincloth.

"Lo’ak! You're impossible." You scolded but your voice trembled with arousal, thighs pressing together against the insistent throb.

The thought ignited something primal, your omega instincts preening at his crude promise, your body responding with a flood of warmth that made you squirm.

He laughed low and predatory, hauling you onto his lap so you straddled his thighs, the hard ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your folds through their coverings.

"Admit it baby, you're dripping just thinking about it." His hands gripped your ass kneading the firm flesh, pulling you down to grind slowly, the friction drawing a whimper from your throat. "My greedy little omega, already scenting the air with that needy slick. Gonna take care of you right here."

You rocked against him, hands splayed over the ridges of his abdomen, tracing the freckles that glowed faintly in the twilight.

"Maybe I am." You teased breathlessly, nipping at his jaw, the salt of his skin bursting on your tongue. "But only if you promise to be gentle with our baby."

"Always gentle." He purred, one hand sliding between you to cup your cunt, fingers pressing through the damp fabric circling your clit with deliberate pressure that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "But tonight? Gonna make you come undone, omega. Mark you again, inside and out."

His mouth descended to your neck, sucking a fresh bruise over the old claim, the breeze cooling the wet heat as you clung to him, lost in the possessive storm of his affection.

Every lie, every actions of his led to this. You as his omega and pregnant with his child. It was inevitable because you have always been his.

The camera, a human invention that he was no stranger to, had taken these images. But instead of people being caught in the pictures it was nature, the flowers and climbing vines in the Omatikaya forest of his home. There was admiration for the creation of Eywa that was prevalent even in the simplicity of the photographs that were laid out. As he briefly analyzed the pictures that had once been stacked, his hand reached for one of the notebooks that was laying around.

His attention had shifted from the pictures to the thick notebook and the coils that kept it bound, his golden eyes speculating that the book must have been well used. The scent of the syekalin had clung to the front cover of the book in his hands, and the colour of the metal coils was tarnished and fading.

The front cover had been opened and shut multiple times; repetitive motion had worn down the parts and pieces that made it function. Curiosity had gotten the better of Neteyam and he had turned his attention in full to the notebook in his hands. He flipped open the front cover and had been remarkably surprised by the details that were captured upon the very first page.

There was artistry that was admirable and lifelike, the defined sketch of a helicordian in its full stature before it retracted as a defense mechanism. The sketch was so lifelike, Neteyam thought that he might have been able to place his fingertips against the lines and feel the texture for himself.

“Oh!” The syllable and the sound behind him makes the tips of his ears twitch though he isn’t as startled as the human who made the sound. There’s no rush in his movements as he turns his head and looks over his shoulder to settle his golden eyed gaze upon the scientist he scared.

Behind him by at least ten feet is a human woman wearing a white lab coat like the rest of the human’s here. With the same antiseptic and disinfectant stench that makes him want to sneer.  But beneath it all was the scent of Syekalin, the sweet-smelling flower that had been a welcomed counter to the neutrality of the labs. It was apparent that the source of the floral wonder had been coming from the woman, short even by human’s standards.

“Kaltxì.” The human speaks, the voice rising with a dulcet tone that is almost reminiscent of soft babbling water of a creek he used to visit as a child. “Umm…no one was supposed to be here.”

Neteyam is still holding onto the notebook, and he makes the correlation slower than he should have, that it is the human’s notebook. The scent of the Syekalin that radiates from the human’s body is only tainted by an edge of sourness that comes from a thin avenue of nervousness. Anxiousness. Fear.

Neteyam looks back at the notebook in his hands, at the helicordian that you captured with perfect likeness, and the corner of his lips begins to rise. He keeps his focus upon the drawing captured on the pages while detecting your slow movements, the sound reverberating in his ears. You move cautiously, maybe to avoid startling him or maybe to try and pry the notebook from his hands without him noticing.

“This is good, you are good at drawing.” Neteyam finally lifts his head and casts the golden eyed gaze upon you, and the moment he looks at you is the moment you stop completely. Your hands fall to your sides and your fingers twitch naturally due to you not knowing what you should do with them.

Your lips part and it looks as if you’ll say something before you ultimately choose silence. There’s a glimmer of tension between you, mostly stemming from your uncertainty of Neteyam and what he could do—he could easily crush you with one hand.

When your eyes flit from the mighty warrior to the notebook in his hands, it brings a real manifestation of a smile to his face. It’s clear you are now focused on the sketchbook, which looks like nothing more than a children’s book in his hands, and how to get it back.

“This belongs to you.” He extends his hand and holds it out for you, taking the first initial step in this interaction. As you move he instinctively inhales the scent of those sweet flowers that clings to you, welcoming the glimmer of nature that interrupts the clinical aesthetic of this human place.

“Thank you.” You grab the sketchbook and flip the top back over before you clutch it to your chest, rumpling the white coat beneath it. He watches it all, observes the way your eyes dart around your little corner of the lab, analyzing the mess you left behind to see what else he might have touched.

When you don’t find anything else out of place, you inch toward the desk and take as wide of a berth as you can. “You’re Neteyam, right?”

Your voice, Neteyam registers, is as dulcet as he first thought and matches that sweetness of your scent to perfection.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.” He repeats his full name, speaking it quickly and clearly just as you look at him from over your shoulder.

“I’m not going to remember all that.” You admit with a small rolling shrug and then you turn to face him, leaning awkwardly against your desk to hide the pictures and the rest of the notebooks with your body. He follows the sight of your movements and tilts his head ever so slightly to the left, wondering if there were other pictures in their drawn by your hand.

“Neteyam,” he rests a hand upon his chest, speaking slower for you to catch the fine complexities of the sounds, and as you repeat his name, he smiles again.

You are adorable, even for a human.

“You’re Jake Sully’s kid.” He can see the recognition hitting you, although the wording you choose—kid—causes Neteyam’s lips to twist into a slight sneer. Kid, as if he is no more than a boy running around playing warrior when he is, in all actuality, deadly.

Especially to humans.

“Sorry,” you correct yourself as if you can hear the dissidence he heralds for that term, “not a kid, obviously not a kid. You passed your iknimaya right? Well I’m assuming you did because there are ikran’s flying above and…”

You ramble, and his scowl becomes more akin to an amused smirk. If he had thought you were adorable before, now you are innate and sinfully to die for—that is undeniable.

“I’m making myself look stupid.” You criticize yourself, perhaps louder than you’re aware of, and shake your head, You straighten your posture, the movement causing more of that elusive sweetness that clings to your lab coat to find his heightened senses.

You introduce yourself by name and hold your hand out for him, letting it hover for a moment before your eyebrows furrow and your pretty, plump lips form a frown.

“It’s a handshake.” You explain, marginally, what you’re doing and Neteyam’s golden eyes falter to your hand. “This is what human’s do when they introduce themselves. Do Na’vi…I mean maybe…”

You trail off as he continues to stare at you, and then your eyes dart around nervously.

“Should I do the…” you raise your other hand to your forehead and start the motions of a traditional Na’vi greeting, only getting halfway before you freeze again. You stop yourself before you complete the action because Neteyam has suddenly grabbed your hand and begins shaking it.

His hand absolutely dwarfs your own and there’s a soft fluttering of your eyelashes that is tied to relief when he simply shakes your hand instead of whatever other detrimental action he could have completed. He is observing you, watching you with growing interest and intrigue, acutely aware that you are, truly and inarguably, the cutest little human he has ever seen before.

“I…” your lips part once more as you begin to speak only to snap it shut when a loud crash comes from behind the two of you.

The sound draws both of your attention to the chaos, and there’s an inexplicable annoyance that rushes through Neteyam.

Lo’ak, Kiri and Spider had come to the lab for variable reasons—Kiri wanted to see her “birth mother” and Spider was determined to follow his mate along, while Lo’ak wanted to try and steal a few holotablets. The holotablets that the scientists denied having, that contained nothing but images and videos that were made for self-pleasure.

He had successfully stolen a few of them before but this time, in trying to put them back and exchange them, he was caught. And while trying to run, he had knocked over a set of beakers and sealed containers.

You rip your hand out of Neteyam’s and turn sharply, finding everything on your desk far more interesting than his little brother being chastised. Chastised by the human scientists who are trying to chase him out before he causes more damage. Although you had pulled your hand away and you were no longer looking at Neteyam, he was not yet done with you.

He stared at you, openly and intensely as he willingly and wantonly committed every inch of your pretty, adorable face and body to memory. He hadn’t shown much interest in visiting the labs before, not when the Omatikaya forest had more to offer. But he hadn’t known that such a cute little human lingered here either, and that had given Neteyam a reason to return.

“Bro, we’re getting kicked out!” Lo’ak called for Neteyam, finalizing the catalyst that would make him leave—at least for now.

Before he had actually left, Neteyam had reached for you and plucked a broken piece of dried leaf from your shoulder that you missed. The figurative sparks of electricity that had passed from his hand to your shoulder and neck, had caused you to turn your head. Your eyes locked and Neteyam had made a show of dropping the broken, dried leaf to the edge of your desk.

“Kìyevame, ma tute fawey.” When he bids you goodbye and calls you cute, which you are, he is pleased by the widening of your eyes and the faltering of your breath.

Neteyam leaves you with that and turns on his heel, following Lo’ak, Spider and Kiri out of the lab while promising himself that he would come back another time.

The string of the bow digs into the underside of his knuckles as he pulls it taut. Through the thick density of leaves that he is camouflaged behind, he can see the form of the hexapede he is tracking step into view. Neteyam shifts his feet silently as he raises his bow and adjusts the angle of his arrow before he lets it fly.

It cuts through the air with a sharp whistle before the tip of the arrow sinks into the weak point of the beast. Neteyam exhales and his shoulders relax as the hexapede sparsely reacts before it falls to the cushioned grass below it. Neteyam waits until he knows it is dead before he darts out of the tree line and skids to a stop behind the beast. He places one hand upon it’s neck and bows his head to thank Eywa for the gift, before he starts to prepare the meat.

“This seems like a lot of effort for a human, bro.” Lo’ak calls out from above Neteyam, sitting on a branch while watching his brother. “You can’t settle on a pretty Omatikaya and you choose a human-”

“Shut up, skxawng.” Neteyam raises his head and casts a glance at his little brother, his golden eyes fixing into a glare. “Did you come here just to mock me?”

“Your little human is in the forest, bro.” Lo’ak presses one hand upon the tree trunk and rises to his feet, his tail swishing behind him. “Just left the lab.”

Neteyam exhales and drops his gaze toward the hexapede he still has to prepare. There is an urgency that settles under his skin to drop everything and find you, to make sure your time outside goes smoothly.

He had done that for weeks, keeping a silent guard over you every time you stepped outside. While you were running experiments and taking samples for Norm, Neteyam was watching from the high trees. He’d been prepared to remove any threat from your proximity, much of which was done just by his presence.

Na’vi were the apex predators of Pandora, if you had cast aside the fact that humans were an invasive species. They were skilled and highly intelligent, agile and had combat skills that made them capable of surviving in the hostile environment that Pandora could be.

Neteyam had to do nothing but linger in the tree line, hidden to you as you navigated your way through the forest to take samples. He would watch over you like a guardian angel some of the humans believed in.

For weeks he watched you, studying you. It had become something the Na’vi and Sky-People would think was akin to obsession. Neteyam knew it was more than that, that he had found himself deeply invoked in the idea that you were his mate.

He wanted you as a human and as an avatar.

“Take care of this for me.” Neteyam had no choice but to follow you, his instincts had screamed at him to.

“What do I get?” Lo’ak braced himself against the tree before he jumped down to be at Neteyam’s level. He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the side, watching Neteyam stand and then straighten his tewng.

For weeks Lo’ak has watched his brother pining over the little scientist that worked with Norm. He would listen to Neteyam speaking endlessly about the cute little avatar and human that plagued his dreams until he couldn’t think of anything but you.

Neteyam hunted for you, drying and salting meat so you had actual food instead of the processed dry rations. He created Na’vi style clothing for you because he couldn’t stand to see you, his future mate, in rags.

Regardless of your own opinions about Na’vi clothing—you admired the style but thought the clothing was too revealing—unaware that Neteyam had entire baskets prepared for you.

“Half the meat and half the hide, you can take it back to the kelku and act like you were doing something with your time.” Neteyam was already stepping over the hexapede, knowing that Lo’ak would take care of it because he could not show up empty handed again.

“That’s it?”

“I won’t tell dad you stole his Zangke and nearly burned down the marui.” Neteyam tried another tactic as he righted himself and fixed the cummerbund around his chest.

“Blackmail, bro?” Lo’ak’s lips formed a smirk as he shifted toward the downed hexapede, taking his place.

While Lo’ak had started where Neteyam left off, the older Suli brother began moving through the trees. Familiar paths he had taken since he could walk, were now beaten down under his feet. With every hurried step he took, darting off through the bramble of trees, ducking under low lying limbs, he was closer to you.

You burned under his skin, infiltrating his heart, mind and soul with an infinite entanglement that he would never be able to rid himself of. He had never understood how a Na’vi could become so drawn and obsessed with a human before—even seeing Kiri with Spider had felt odd to Neteyam—but now he knew.

With attraction to a little human of his own, Neteyam had finally comprehended what Kiri felt. Spider was her human; you were Neteyam’s.

He comes to a slower pace when he hears the sound of your footsteps and voice. Though you have an avatar and look enough like the Na’vi, you are as inexperienced as his father was. You are too human even when you look like they do, your footsteps are too heavy, and you breathe too loud even without meaning to.

This gives your position away. It makes Neteyam easy to spot you as you bramble through the bushes. You are wearing those unsuitable human clothes again that he hates. The only good comes from the pair of shorts you wear that hit high on your legs. He can see the firmness of your thighs, the delicious looking stripes of your avatar’s skin that he wants to taste with his tongue.

“Ke nìltsan fya'o nga oeyä." Neteyam’s chest rumbles with a purr and he reaches for a branch that hangs nearby, effortlessly pulling it out of the way. He wants a clearer picture of you and when he has it, he feels relief that he can see you unhindered.

You do not yet know that you are mine — true words that echo in his mind.

Your avatar, like you as a human, stuns him. He is completely captivated by you—consumed by the natural obliviousness that makes him more protective. He will not allow you to be harmed, he will not allow your little scientific tasks to be disturbed.

Not even by him.

 He watches you as you stop every once in a while to take samples from the flora, careful not to damage them. You write on each little container or tube that you carry, using caution to keep the sample pure and untainted. You were a brilliant little human when it came to your sciences yet seemed to be so oblivious to the nature of men.

Both Na’vi and human. You did not know that one of the other male avatar’s that followed you around like a lost puppy was trying to sleep with you.

And you had no idea that Neteyam was already laying the foundation for your courtship. That, in his and his clan’s eyes, you were his. Eywa damn him if he let anyone else try to steal you, Neteyam would then understand the depth of his anger and protectiveness.

He moved silently around the other side of the tree line you were working in. His eyes were constantly fixed upon you and when he had taken the position he wanted, he was ready to step out.

Until that avatar, the male who was close to your age, called your name. Neteyam slinked back into the tree line and bared his teeth with an animalistic, angered hiss. He watched the avatar crossing the distance to reach you as you turned and greeted him with a smile.

Friendly. Oblivious.

Neteyam’s hands clenched by his sides and his ears became flatter to his head, tail thrashing behind him. The male approached you with a small vacuum sealed pack of rations, disgusting things, that would tamper your hunger. Neteyam’s lips curled at the thought of you eating that ration when he had just killed a hexapede for you.

Fresh meat, hand picked roots that overflowed with flavour, ripe fruit and berries…real food, good food. He has specially prepared it all for you, removing the toxins from them for when you are human, and slicing them tenderly for when you are in your avatar.

“Po lu kelsar ngaru, ma sevin." Neteyam scowls and begins a slow predatory pace around the area, insulting the avatar male.

Calling him useless to you, to Neteyam’s pretty girl.

He gnashes his teeth and waits for the moment the male before you reach out with the rations in his hand. Neteyam cannot bear anymore of the useless waste of breath encroaching upon his mate and he knows he has to act.

Neteyam steps out of the tree line while the two of you talk, appearing suddenly and in a manner that has you jumping.

“Neteyam, don’t do that!” You scold him with a hiss and press your hand against your chest as your smaller golden eyes widened. “You move too quietly.”

“And you sound like a thanator cub taking it’s first steps.” He croons affectionately and moves closer to you, making a show of stepping between you and the other dreamwalker. Neteyam is sure to cut him off from you, to physically place himself between you and the competition he’s up against.

“I know, I try to be quiet but I’m…obviously not.” You mumble and your cheeks heat, colouring your blue skin with lovely shades of deeper purple.

His beautiful little dreamwalker mate blushes and Neteyam adores it.

“It’s not your fault, we’re still adjusting to these bodies.” The male speaks up, offering what he thinks is comfort to your self-deprecation, and it nearly drives Neteyam to strike him. “I brought you some rations, since you missed breakfast-”

You blush again and grab the ration pack, tucking it into your side. Neteyam looks from you to the male he hates, irreversibly so, and then to the ration in your hand. The pack is grey and seems so lifeless and dull, like the food inside.

Neteyam knows he has better food prepared for you, food that doesn’t taste bland and mushy. Disgusting to the tongue, even to his little human although you’re too nice to say anything.

“You don’t want to eat that, paskalin.” Neteyam grabs the ration pack from your hands. The dense brick is heavy, and theoretically will sustain you but it is nothing compared to what Neteyam has.

“You would rather have yovo fruit,” he tosses the pack of rations back to the other male with a pointed sneer before his expression softens for you, “would you not?”

Neteyam sees your look of discomfort as your eyes pass from him to the other avatar, your lips becoming slightly pursed. You don’t like confrontation; you are a sweet little human who avoids it at all costs. You would rather placate everyone you can because there’s enough fighting elsewhere.

“Neteyam, I have to finish this…” again you try to placate him and the other male, using the tasks you are given as both an excuse and a reason to ease the tension.

“I’ll help you-”

“No.” Neteyam steps between you again, teeth bared and his ears falling back to his head once more. “You will not. I will help her, you will go back to the metal closet you call a home.”

It feels final and it likely is, because the male knows he cannot fight Neteyam. And the scientists, the humans, have to respect the boundaries the Na’vi have given them—physical and otherwise.

“I’ll see you later tonight then.” The male concedes, he has to, and eventually he backs off and gives you and Neteyam space.

While silence becomes awkward and stiff, it only lasts until the other avatar completely disappears from sight. Only then does Neteyam turn to you, all tension evaporating like mist through his fingertips.

“You need to eat, yawne.” He reaches for you, pressing his fingers against your chin to tip your head back. “And not that shit you have in the lab. Real food.”

“I have to do this, Neteyam.” You insist, you press the matter that you cannot leave until it’s done.

If you think that will make Neteyam leave, you are wrong. He doesn’t leave you alone, he stands back and lets you work while keeping his steady eyes upon you.

I remember when I was nine, watching the news with my parents. Remembering the silence of my mother, as the anger that came from my father. In rage that the inhabitants of Pandora had driven us Humans off their home.

“You really expect them to let humans kill their world?” I remember asking, looking my father in the eye, and the anger that swam in his eyes. Remebering him raising his hand.

“We will go back, we have unfinished business.” The words from the T.V. ringed in my ears. As the sting on my cheek faded.

As a Burning Passion to fight with Pandora's inhabitants, seated itself in my chest.

Now eighteen years later, I was standing on Pandora and the Burning Passion burned even brighter not for just fighting but being deeply in love with Pandora’s everything, now that I am physically here, No longer in the bland grey world of earth or surrounded by the grey-blue walls that you see in of any of RDA bases.

I am always so taken by the beauty of the vibrant forest that surrounds the Resistance HQ. The sounds of the many fauna that live in said forest, the wind through the leaves, and the water that runs through the creek that crosses through the clearing the Resistance HQ taken base in. I know I will do whatever I must to do my part, in stopping the RDA from killing another living thriving world.

I was currently sitting by the creek with my fingers playing in the water, to help calm my nerves. Fixing my exopack every so often. I was waiting for a Na’vi visiting from the Zeswa clan that So’lak wanted me to meet. So’lak has made it clear that he only wants me to be the first human to meet any of the leaders of the clans in the region. Saying I have the most knowledge and understanding of their ways, and it helps that I know their language.

I heard an ikran call, I looked up seeing that Rey’ka had returned. She landed a few feet from the creek, knowing that she is still getting used to landing. I smiled as I stood, walking closer to her. She looked at me, with a smile as she gestured ‘I See You’ to me. I smiled returning the gesture.

“How does it feel?” I asked as I glanced at Telisi back to Rey’ka. “Flying?” Rey’ka laughed softly as she laid her hand on Telisi’s head, who nuzzled into her hand.

“It is… Freeing.” Rey’ka said with a bright smile, as she laid her head on Telisi’s head.

The Burning Passion pulsed in my chest, As I smiled watching the interaction. This is why.

Not long after that Rey’ka want into HQ. 

I heard an ikran call, again. It wasn't Telisi as she was drinking from the creek. I looked up toward where the HQ entrance is and above was landing a fierce Na’vi Warrior. This must be the Na’vi from the Zeswa clan.

I started to move closer to greet her, but I stopped when a spear priced the ground right in front of me. I tilt my head as I looked at the spear then I looked up to the warrior to see her looking down at me with a smirk, we met eyes. 

I took in her anger, that I was met with. I do not blame her, she has every right to be angry. I also saw curiosity and wonder, along with a quick glimmer of approval in her eye.

“I said you could test her, not try to kill her!” I heard So’lek say, causing the warrior to let out a laugh. I saw So’lak standing behind her, with his arms crossed. I took a quick moment to look at her red, orange, and yellow clothing, they were vibrant and I can tell that she is the Olo’eyktan, as a great portion of her upper torso is covered.

“I had to see for myself, you spoke highly of this human.” The warrior said, before she jumped down, starting to walk toward me. I had no time to process the information of So’lek speaking highly of me. As the fierce warrior was walking over to me, with only seven long and quick strides that greatly beat my twenty-eight strides. I noticed a foreign warmth fill my chest, and cheeks flushed as she walked over to me. She gripped her spear, once she reached me, looking down at me.

“I am impressed, not even a flinch, this woman. Fearless like a Zeswa.” She said as she pulled her spear from the ground, my heart pounded at her words, I never get much praise from the Na’vi. She looked at me, in the eyes. Another smirk made it to her face. “I admire your Burning Passion.” I felt my face flush.

I raised my fingers to my forehead, “Oel ngati kameie, Olo’eyktan of the Zeswa.” I said respectfully as I extended my fingers from my forehead to her.

She hummed approvingly as she brought her fingers to her forehead, “Oel ngati kameie, tsamsiyu.” She said as she extended her fingers from her forehead to me.

I felt warmth in my chest as the Burning Passion pulsed, just like when I was nine, I know I will do everything I can to help stop the RDA.

Na'vi Word Bank: Zeswa - A Clan from the Upper Plains Oel ngati kameie - I see you Olo'eyktan - Gender-Nutrual for Chief Tsamsiyu - Warrior

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I watched Rey'ka take off on Talisi to head to the Upper Plains. Nesim, the Zeswa Olo'eyktan, told Rey'ka to find her sister at the Celebration Arches. I sighed softly as I looked down to the creek, I dipped my toes into the cool water. I had wanted Rey'ka to take a few more days to rest, before going back out on missions.

I know stopping the RDA is a common goal for everyone, it is the biggest fire for my Burning Passion for Pandora. But no one is useful if we don't take care of ourselves. I'm just a few days healed from my injury on my right side, from the attack on the Research Station, but Rey'ka has been moving non-stop since she was released from cryo.

It scared me when Rey'ka radio me during her panic attack, I couldn't do much other then talk her through the breathing technique. I am extremely worried for the next time she may have one. I took a breath turning from the creek. I hope she takes care of herself when she is in the Upper Plains.

When I fully turned from the creek. I saw So'lek, watching me, he was waiting for me by the HQ entrance. I walked over to him, I have been expecting a mission any day now, now that I am healed.

“Go pack what's essential,” he began, once I was in front of him, “you will be going to the Upper Plains as well.”

“Is this wise?” I asked as I heard a hiss taking it as my mask. “Ka'nat didn't take kindly to the time you took me to the Aranahe hometree unannounced.”

“The decision was not mine.” So'lek said he kept his emotions hidden. I looked at him confused, he had never held his impinion before. I was going to ask him what he thought, but I nearly jumped at the sudden voice behind me.

“Are you ready, tsamsiyu?” I turned around and I quickly looked up when I saw blue. Nesim was looking down at me with a slight smirk. I felt my cheeks flush.

“Um… no, sorry I will be right back.” I excused myself and quickly made my way to my area outside HQ.

With a pack of essentials and my tablet, I was walking back to So’lek and Nesim. As I was getting closer to them, I started to hear some of their conversation. “...she can be trusted.” I heard from So'lek. His behavior has been confusing me. I’m not used to hearing So’lek praising me as I am used to him being distant with me, but I do feel proud to know that my efforts have been noticed.

“Yours perhaps, but not from my sister and I.” I heard Nesim say. As I walked around the corner, Nesim was already looking at me. “You have to earn ours.” I met her gaze as she spoke. “I never thought I would be trusted so easily.” I held her gaze. “I know I must earn it.” I said as I made it beside her and So’lek. Nesim hummed softly in approval. I looked back as I heard an ikran cry from behind me. I watched Nesim's ikran take off from their perch over the HQ entrance, and fly over to the creek.

“If you are ready, we best get going.” Nesim said, as she walked over to where her ikran was landing. As she was connecting with her ikran. I looked up to where Anqa’s samson sits and noticed that it was not ready for take off. I went to look at So’lek in confusion, only to see he was nowhere in sight. I looked back to Nesim to find that she was looking at me, waiting.

“I'm flying with you?” I asked, she smirked at me.

“Unless you wish to walk to the Upper Plains.” Nesim said with a laugh. “Is that a problem?” She asked as she mounted her ikran, I felt my cheeks flush. I walked over slowly, her ikran looked at me as I approached, I avoided making eye contact with them.

“No, I just wasn't expecting it.” I said as I looked at her, she hummed tilting her head. Her ikran lowered just slightly, Nesim offered me her hand.

“Come, we must go.” I took her hand as I lifted my foot onto the foot hold. As I was going to seat myself behind her but Nesim yanked me infront of her. “It is better for your size to be seated in front of me.” She said as she rested her hand on my right side. I nodded my head as I was fixing the way I was seated in front of her. When I was comfortably seated, that foreign warmth filled my chest again, as her hand flexed on my side. I took a deep breath, that made my mask slip some, I reached up to fix it.

As I was fixing my mask, Nesim took off unexpectedly. I shrieked as the sudden speed of the almost vertical ascend startled me, I leaned back into Nesim for balance, she laughed as she held me in place. I felt my face warm up as I was quickly finished tightening my mask in place. “You never flew on an ikran?” She asked. I grabbed onto the saddle out of habit when I was done fixing my mask. “N-not awake!” I was shocked that I was able to speak, as my heart was pounding fast, as adrenaline was coursing through my veins, this giddiness feeling was builded in my chest, as a smile was forming on my face. I have never felt like this when I have flown with Anqa in her samson, always safely in the aircraft structure. Flying with no structure was exhilarating. I fully understand what Rey’ka meant, when she said that it was freeing.

When we reached the desired altitude we leveled out, and slowed down some. I removed my left hand from the saddle letting my hand dance in the wind. I smiled as I looked out in front of me. To experience it in the most natural way I was met with the most breathtaking version of a sight I have seen once before. I could see the Celebration Arches standing tall, the gorgeous cliffs, and grasslands for as far as I could see. I smiled as we got closer and closer, something about the plains owns my heart. It was where I was first stationed, and there is so much unfinished business for me to personally take care of.

As we were flying closer to the Upper Plains I took interest in Nesim’s ikran. “What is your ikran’s name?” I asked as I tilted my head studying the marking on the ikran’s body. It always amazes me how different all ikran’s colors and markings are. Nesim’s ikran was no different, they were an interesting blend of coral and light purple with black and grey markings.

“His name is Zawko.” She said as she patted the side of his neck, I smiled as Zawko gave a soft rumble. Then Nesim leaned to the right, Zawko followed seamlessly. I leaned with them, it felt like a natural act, too me. It reminded me of the times I rode on my motorbike. “You fly naturally,” she said as we leveled out. “And you have never flown on an ikran before?”

“Not awake.” I repeated from earlier, I looked back at her, she looked at me. “Back on earth, I have ridden on things nowhere similar to an ikran, but the act of leaning is similar.” I explained, Nesim hummed as she took in my words. Her hand slightly moved on my side, as she began to ascend, again, at least at a slight angle this time. I looked forward and I could see that we were approaching the rock face that divided the Upper Plains from the Kinglor Forest.

“Why were you not awake?” I was taken aback by her question, I looked back at her. She was watching me, waiting for a reply. “There was an attack on one of our research outposts. I was injured as Rey’ka and I were defending the outpost from the RDA.” I said as I realized she had her hand on the same side of the injury. “I passed out from my injury during the fight,” I paused, before chuckling when I recalled how Priya told me. “My friend, Priya, told me of how I was returned to HQ with such liveliness, once I woke up.” I smiled as I thought of how Priya was trying to lighten the mood.

“Are you healed from it?” Nesim asked, focused on me.

“Yes, I am a few days fully healed.” I said honestly, she hummed, before she started to fly downwards at a steady pace and angle.

I looked forward, “woah” I breathed. I was awestruck by the sheer size of the Celebration Arches. I knew full well that they were larger than anything I have ever seen. But this was the first time I have ever seen them this close.

As we got lower I could see aypa’li running freely, below the arches. My eyes then landed on the colorful kites, as they swayed in the powerful gale winds. It amazes me that the kites don’t even reach how high the arches are.

As we were landing my eyes landed on a na’vi woman who was showing Rey’ka how to soothe a pa’li. I watched Rey’ka as she was trying to sooth one of the pa’li around them. I climbed off Zawko, one we were on solid ground, as Rey’ka was smiling as she laughed softly as the pa’li ran around and away from her, I bit back a laugh as I watched. Nesim made a small chirp sound as she dismounted from Zawko, drawing the attention of Rey’ka and the na'vi woman.

Both of them laid their eyes on me. While Rey’ka was confused when she saw me, I could see that she was happy to see that I was there. The other na’vi woman looked at me with a guard stare. I could not pick up on any emotion. Nesim jumped down the, for them, short ledge. I walked down the path, as Nesim started to talk with the na’vi woman and Rey’ka.

“Minang!” Nesim’s voice carried on the wind, my eyes widened as to what she said reached me. This was Nesim’s sister. I looked back to Minang, she was still watching me. I paused my movements, as I respectfully brought my fingers to my forehead as I gestured I See You to her. She returned the gesture, with just the smallest of approval in her eyes. “The Sarentu tread the grass again! Like our elders told us your clan once had.” Nesim’s voice knocked me back to what was going on around me. I quickly noticed the way Rey’ka’s tail curled around her arm, at the mention of her clan. Nesim continued talking to Minang, as Rey’ka looked at me and I watched how the storm brewed in her eyes. I closed the gap between us, and I laid my hand on her wrist. She wrapped her hand around my wrist, along with her tail curled around my arm.

“Breathe, Rey’ka.” I traced a circle on her wrist, we held eye contact as she took a deep breath. I watched the storm slowly calm as she continued to take deep breaths. It worried me that she was experiencing triggers. What did the RDA do to her, all of them?

“Sister!” Minang’s voice drew both of our attention. We both looked over, she was looking at her sister. “You must give Rey’ka time to adjust.” She looked over to Rey’ka. “To breathe our air, feel the earth beneath her feet.” Her face began to soften, “Meet the Zakru.”

“Who is this Zakru?” Rey’ka asked as she let go of my wrist.

“Our wards and our guardians.” Nesim had a fire between her words.

“Our home and heart.” Minang spoke with so much fondness. My heart tightens, as I remember the name Zakru, along with photos with magnificent creatures, they reminded me of elephants and the legends of mammoths. I remembered being disguised by the soldiers who wanted to hunt one while it was still alive, as there was no thrill in just robbing from their already decayed skeletones. My hand clenched, as I took a deep breath.

“So you always know how to get home.” I could hear the wonder in Rey’ka’s voice.

“Ha! You already think like a Zeswa.” Nesim said as she grinded at Rey’ka.

“Now we will teach you to ride like one.” Minang said as she held her head high, approving glint in her eyes as she looked at Rey’ka. Rey’ka looked over to the aypa’li, as Minang looked down at me. I can see that she meant me as well. I nod my head to her understanding.

Na'vi Word Bank: Olo'eyktan - Gender-Nutrual for Chief Tsamsiyu - Warrior Ay- is a plural prefix (four or more) Pa'li - direhorse

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